Here is another blog from India that I am just now getting posted. The name has been changed to protect “Deepa’s” identity because she is a former CSW or Commercial Sex Worker. To read more about our ministry in India please read Marisa Banas’ blogs, Diaries of a Sex Slave Part 1 and Part 2
 
“Deepa” is one of the women here who has grabbed a hold of my heart. She was one of the first women I was able to work with in the morning school sessions. We practiced the English alphabet and counting and basic math skills and even though she has a slight disability that affects her speaking and pronunciation, Deepa’s heart and desire to learn captivated me instantly. She finds ways to make the people around her laugh and never ceases to have a smile on her face. Once when having a discussion about a connect the dots picture of a rabbit we were working on, I pointed out that the rabbit had whiskers and casually asked, “what other animals have whiskers?” Immediately a huge smile spread across her face, “My husband!” she announced proudly.

I found myself looking forward to working with Deepa every day. Since she is one of the commuting students that travels to the center daily, there were some days she was unable to attend. One day this week when class was over I was standing in the stairwell trying to communicate with her about why she had been absent the previous day. We sat on the flight of stairs leading to the roof to avoid the crowd of women moving down the stairs to lunch. Deepa said she had been to the hospital the previous day to get medicine and then she began to cry. She put her hand over her eyes and the tears just fell. I enveloped her small frame in my arms and she sobbed.

There is something else you should know about Deepa. She is HIV positive. She fully understands the implications of this diagnosis and through our conversations I know that she has given up hope on having children. As I sat there in the stairwell holding her and feeling her hot tears fall on my jeans I my heart was moved and I wept for my friend, for her fear and loss of hope, and for her future that seems so uncertain. I cried out for the Lord to move and rescue her, for her healing and for her joy to return.

Please join me in prayer for Deepa and for other women who are frightened and feel they have nowhere to turn; for those women who are shamed, silenced and broken. For those who are facing the cruel realities of life and know no hope. God has not forgotten. God has not turned away. Please pray.