"I wonder if she's ever encountered a Denver outreach worker with a bleach kit. Did she ever open a baggie from a clean-handed social worker and see a note under the tourniquet and sterile cooker that said, "You are loved as you are," and did it ever break her heart? Well-meaning notes from church folks aren't miracles and perhaps they all go unnoticed, but even if that's the case, the truth remains: God loves Candy now. With dirty feet. Not just after she manages to start making better decisions, not after she washes them herself. God loves us now. Me, Anna, Candy, all of us, as we are. Sometimes just the simple experience of knowing this, of knowing that our sin is not what defines us, can finally set us free."