I am just your average American girl. Going into my freshmen year of college I held a wave of momentum that was destined for great things, but there was always one thing I lacked, a close relationship with my heavenly Father.

I headed off to college a broken and lonely girl. My axiology system was infiltrated with lies and deceit about who I was in the Father. I had been a women of God all my life, how could I possibly be broken?

When I was a senior in high school I got caught drinking at a party. I had been smart enough to call my parents that night but my father, in turn, used that night against me the day he walked out on my family. To him I was a rebel without a cause and I carried that lie with me into my freshmen year of college at UCLA. My senior year was also the year I fell in love and lost my virginity. I had a healthy sexuality, however, I never understood that my value was being stripped from me.

Los Angeles felt like a fatherless city, you could not even see the sun! I lost myself amongst material obsessions and drugs to keep myself at the top; but I was so broken on the inside. Men threw their wallets at me but never offered me love. I returned home this Summer a broken soul. I knew I had to get back to the Church, the bride of Jesus.

On my first night at Bethel Church, Father spoke through a person who prayed over me. The individual said, “I’m painting you a picture of purity.” At that moment I became a women on fire, doing anything and everything just to restore my relationship with the Father.

The Moral Revolution Conference marked the conception of my true image in the body of Christ. For 21 years of my life I believed I was worthless and a lost cause and here Kris Valloton is exclaiming, “your Father loves you!”. It really is the most basic idea, you are loved, but somehow the years I had spent amongst the fatherless completely drained me of such a vision.

I recently had to return to Los Angeles to pick up the last of my belongings from a friend I had been staying with, and unfortunately had slept with. He is charming, witty, successful and manipulating. He wanted so badly for me to stay the night with him but I spoke my piece, “I am the daughter of the Father Most High and you will respect my most basic intrinsic right that is my own sexuality. I will not be staying with you.” He tried to keep me there by telling me I would never make it back in time before my flight the following day ... that he had a ‘bad feeling.’ My good guy friends were there with me though and I was able to get my stuff from his place and return to my home in Redding.

The following day I celebrated my twenty second birthday, a free and independent women, the women Father intended me to be, no one can tell me different. I am a women of beauty and I can not be bought.