But I also imagine God looking down at me, His heart torn, as I misunderstood His desires. As though He was pimping me out, and the least I could do was lead these men to Him. When in reality, He was beckoning me to love myself enough not to put myself in situations that were never His will.

I wasn’t called to offer myself up like a sacrificial lamb on the altar of someone else’s healing. God wasn’t calling me to be the savior in someone’s life. He alone is the Savior.