YOU matter. And you matter. And you matter. And that homeless woman with three kids matters. And that immigrant father who works hard on the field to provide for his family matters. And that native teen who feels judged and misunderstood matters. And that single mom who works her ass off to offer an abundant life for her kids matters. And that family in Puerto Rico who has been stripped of their resources and dignity matters. And that child in Detroit that has no clean tap water in their home matters. And that refugee from Rwanda that works in a gas station in Chicago matters. And that orphan from China who was left on the street and mistreated by his caretakers matters. And that victim of the #metoo movement matters. And that man who just lost his job and doesn’t know how to pay the bills matters. And that woman who has been swallowed up in the engulfing world of sex trafficking. She matters. And that person. That person who feels judged by you and by me. They matter. And that person who is not white. Who wakes up every day and thinks about the fact that they have to navigate the waters of racism and bigotry again. They matter too. And you. Whatever battle you are up against. You matter. You matter. You matter.