Dreaming of Leviticus…

 

We were Racers, and I was
with Nicole and Birkleigh. Tres, Grant, and a friend from home were in the
distance. There were about 20 others, but I have no names or faces, just
numbers in a crowd. There was a circus tent, similar to the one at training
camp in GA. It was placed on a grassy area, with a great deal of foliage
overhead. There was also a porta potty in the background. Someone who I can’t
place approached us, told us to get a few things, and follow them. We were
going on a secret mission. We somehow then ended up in a location much like the
first; only there was no circus tent. It was more like, a grassy valley, many
trees, and banana plants, mixed with a few palm trees. Us girls sat inside of
what I compared to a mix of Baja Fresh and Jamba Juice feeling, only there was
no business in place. Just the thatched roof, bar and stools, and tables. It
was only the three of us in this building, but we could see the men about 20
yards away. We had our big packs; only they were about 1/3 full, so they kinda
just hung. Then I noticed a big truck outside, all white, with the back open
and pack inside. I don’t know when I realized it, but I had a revelation. We
were not on a secret mission, but we had been trafficked. Now sitting on the
bar stool, my insides wandered to everything I had known, and to the men outside.
Grant was in his own world, but Tres looked as if he had just seen a ghost, as
if he had also just realized what was happening. Nicole began to cry, reality
setting in. We were not being violated, or mistreated, but this was only the
beginning, and due to intuition we knew before the rest.

 

It was then I began to
console Nicole. I reminded her of how in Hungary, in Month 3 we had so much
down time during monsoon rain and lack of ministry, and how rather than get
discouraged, I encouraged my team to press into Him, to know His word. Going into a
closed country next meant a Bible might not be on hand, and all we would have
is our mind and heart, and what we had retained. Over the following 4 months,
this remained a concept. Do not be discouraged by down time, but minister to
yourself, you will need it. So as I reminded her of how we had poured into
ourselves, I began to read from Jeremiah. And by read, I didn’t have a book,
and it wasn’t really from Jeremiah, but in my dream it was. And in the verse I
was reading, or reading from memory, it said ‘Remember Leviticus 25:22-55.’ I
can see myself sitting there telling her this, and then I heard Tres get out of
his tent, in real life, and I woke up.

 

I had to know what the Word
said. I couldn’t remember exactly what order those three numbers were in, all I
knew was it was 25, 22, 55 and was located in Leviticus. As I brought out the
headlamp, I was a mad woman in my tent on the search. I realized there was not
a chapter 55, so it had to be 22 or 25. And after looking through the entire
book, realized there were only two chapters that had 55 verses. And chapter 25
has exactly that. So I read the topics listed in the chapter, from my NLV, and
this is what it said. ‘Redeeming the Enslaved’. I’m sorry what?! Victims of
human trafficking are slaves, and they need serious redemption to move onward
if they ever get out of the industry. Then I decided I had to read Jeremiah. I
did the same numbers and found Jeremiah 22:25 was it. It says ‘I will hand you
over to those who seek to kill you- those you so desperately fear.’ I don’t
know about you, but I was a bit freaked out. Here I was, dreaming about being
trafficked, and I read about slaves and being handed over to the ones you fear.
As women, this is a fear. Sure in my everyday life I don’t think about it, nor
feel any man around me is in that business, but I am smart. I know the facts, I
support the fight against it, and now I am in it.

 

In Leviticus 25:22, just
before the slavery begins, it states how in the eighth year the seeds will be
planted, and in the ninth the harvest will come to pass. We are in our eighth
month on the World Race, and next month, month nine, 14 of our women will be in
Thailand working with prostitutes and women who have been trafficked.

 

They will have the lush
atmosphere as they are on the coast of Thailand. They will be in situations
where they must protect themselves.

They will be in situations
where the Word in their heart is all they have.

They will need Him, and Him
alone.

 

While I don’t know exactly
what this means, I do know it was of the Lord. I have never dreampt with verses
that specific, rather I have never dreampt verses at all. I pray for our women
next month in Thailand as they pour their hearts out to those in this forbidden
and heartbreaking world. I pray for strength, discernment, and that the Word is
on their heart and flows from their lips.

 

Lord, be with these woman,
and men, who have be trafficked, who have been enslaved, who have been
devastated and violated, and need redemption. Allow us to be the hands and feet
that bring your glory, be it in my dreams, in Thailand, or in America.