It was raining, I am on the back of our ministry contact Ingrid’s moto. After she almost forgot me at one of the stops we drove up to a little plastic shelter right on the side walk. Picture a 5x3x2 plastic box thing. We pull over and she gets into the shelter and opens it, waking up a woman. She said she knows the woman, she says the woman is a drunk but they wanted to give her some food. She wants us to pray for this woman to be set free. The woman comes out and we talk for a bit, and we pray for her. Ingrid invites her to come to the family unit the next day for lunch and prayer.
Next day rolls around and we get to the family unit and she is there. Sitting on the floor, she is in pain and literally can hardly move her leg because he husband had beat her a few nights ago.
So we are (gesturing) talking with her and then we gather around her to pray. I am all excited at this point. I am like “yeah God, we are going to get some healing on this woman, her legs will be healed her addictions will be set free, bring it on.” So Ingrid starts talking and tells us things about her past etc. Then
she says: “also, a few years ago when she was drunk she sold her daughter to some people, and then the next day went back to try to find her but did not remember where the house was and has never seen her again”
Wait, WHAT?
If there is one thing that gets me more fired up than human trafficking and the people that exploit their own children it’s the devil himself. Are you freaking kidding me, how can I pray for this woman? She SOLD her DAUGHTER to Lord knows who and has never seen her since. WHY? Why am I praying for her?
“Because she is my daughter”
Crap.
Crap. Seriously, God?
I need to pray for her, I need to love her?
“Yes, because I love her”
Then it just kinda hit me. How can I not pray for her? What a poor, broken, sad woman. What a lost soul. Look at what her addictions led to. Look what has become of her life. Jesus died on the cross, He gave and lost it all. He did not die for the petty sins of this world, or for the people who have it all together (oh wait that would be nobody) He died for the broken mothers who sold their daughters into brothels. He died for the men who are lost and try to find love in those brothels. He died for the little things, the big things, the unforgivable things. He died for it all, he died for US all. He was perfect, we are far from it. He forgave us for EVERYTHING, we need to forgive others. We NEED to forgive others. No matter what they have done to you or whatever, it is NOTHING compared to what the world, to what you and I do to Jesus every single day. He loves us. Oh how He loves us.
I guarantee you will start living a different life when you start being thankful for the forgiveness you have been given and start practicing it with one another.
