Being home from camp has me left processing and thinking alot. I miss my squad and my team like crazy, but so glad we will all be back together in a few weeks. For now I will leave you with a story about how God blew me away and gave me a small glimpse into the future of His Kingdom.
One hot sweaty night we all gathered in the “pavallion” to listen to a guest speaker who was there to talk about orphans. I am EXHAUSTED, tired of sleeping in a sauna… I mean tent, tired from eating “pop” (boiled cornmeal) with my hands on the floor, tired of not showering, tired of (to be honest) worshiping for three hours. Blah blah blah… So the speaker is going to play us a video about orphans who have been put through human trafficking. I am watching it, taking it in, but really all I can say in my head ” I have seen this before, I have heard this before.” I was also praying (in my attempt to not be a total waste for the night) “break my heart for what breaks yours Lord.”
a small white pair of shoes.
Instantly, I mean before this man could tell me what they were I lost it. The only comparison I can give, is to when I found out Jim and Ricky died. The punched in the gut, holding back vomit, instant loosing my breath because I was sobbing so hard. Those shoes just screamed Eloise to me, one of her first words, all her cute pairs in the top drawer, and these white ones I can just picture on her feet… why? Becasuse they were almost the same size. These small shoes were also found after a brothel raid. I don’t think I need to elaborate on why they were there.
I was crying out to God “I am scared, I can’t go to Bangkok, I can walk down those streets and see all of this sickness.” God clear as day showed me walking down the streets, hand in hand with Jesus. I mean litteraly there he was walking with me.
I cried out God “what we will say to them”? He showed me a picture of us sitting at the tables in the bars with the prostitutes, and we just pointed behind us to Jesus, telling these woman that a big strong and powerful man loves them more than they could ever imagive, and that he holds them to a high worth.
I saw Jesus holding these woman at night, catching their ters as they fell asleep. I saw these woman RUNNING down away from the brothels twoards freedom and we were on the sidelines cheering them on, screaming their worth and giving them water. I saw Jesus carry them to the finish line.
I saw that and I believe it. Don’t go thinking I went off the deep end, but know that God is using me (somewhat against my stubborn will) to bring peace and hope through Him to Thailand. NEVER in the past 23 years of my life did I think this was my calling, but for the time being, it is.
As scared as I am I know this is wht God needs me to do. I am asking you if willing to PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE keep myself, my team and the people we are going to meet in your prayers. We will need such a strong covering that we can not do it on our own. Thailand I know will be so dark and oppressive that we will need warriors to help cut through it. Also, if you are feeling called to donate to this cause, if you are feeling helpless and furious would you please consider contributing to getting me to Thailand? I am still in need of finincial support and I would love for you to be a partner in bringing relief to those enslaved in the brothels of Bangkok. Thanks so much.
