Ever since I went to India on a school trip, I have had a passion for women that are not treated well, or are seen as inferior. I have wanted to show women what they are worth. Who they are in God's eyes. That they are loved and that they don't have to view themselves as dirt. That they don't have to view themselves as if they don't have any worth. When I was over there I had a dream that was incredibly vivid about how people view women. How they discriminate against the whole female race, even girl babies. I would like to share this dream with you just so you can get a glimpse of what their view point looks like. I didn't see anything like this but I have heard many stories where they kill baby girls because they didn't have a son. This is the dream:
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"Locked. Well, I guess we should try the back side of our hotel."
The night sky surrounded us as we made our way around the building. The pavement that was once even gave away and was now resembling the bottom of a river bed.
As we reached the corner of the building we could see a stream of light trying to fight back the darkness. Faces that were nonchalant were hanging in the shadows. The smell was so pungent that it took my breath away.
"What is that smell?" I wondered.
As we turned the corner my heart lept out of my chest. The adrenaline rushed through and I found myself running towards the scene.
Underneath the light there was a woman wrapped in a sheet with blood soaking through. There was a stream of her red sticky blood oozing away from her that was a foot wide. There was no movement, no sign of life. She just lay there, face down, with no one mourning over her. Dirt was sticking to her once sweaty skin and the look on her face was disappointment. Laying next to her was a baby on the ground. Covered in vernex, the baby lay there motionless, still connected to the mother through the umbilical cord.
"What happened?! Why didn't the cord get cut? Why is everyone acting as if nothing happened here?"
An older woman in a saree came out of the shadows.
"She wasn't capable of producing boys, so we let her and the baby go" she said without a hint of remorse.
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What I find sad is that so many people over in India view male life so much higher than a female life. They see females even lower than their livestock. The men would rather pay money to help their sick cattle then to save their wife's life. So many of them view their wives as replaceable. And what is even sadder than this, is that many of the women believe this. That the women pass these beliefs down to their children and keep this cultural belief going even though the women hate how they are treated. They truly believe that they are lower than the dirt of the earth and that they are not worth anything.
I just so badly want to show them how God views them. How they are jewels God sight. That this culture belief that they are passing down isn't true. That they don't have to view themselves that way. I just want to shower these women with God's kind of love.
This is one reason why I am so excited to go on the World Race. To have the chance to go back to India and other countries that view women as dirt, and just love on them. To show God's love to them so that they can feel worth something. So that maybe one day that lie can be broken.
