The very next day, our ministry looked like going to shady ‘restaurants’ to talk to the girls who work there.
As we walked into the ‘restaurant’ it was very clear what was going on.
Immediately I went numb.
Numb to the room keys I saw hanging behind the pay counter.
Numb to the men sitting on the couch waiting for their turn.
Numb to watching them stare at one of the waitress’.
Numb to a man receiving a blessings and safe travels scarf after he came from upstairs.
Numb to the guestbook full of names, times, and dates that people stayed for an hour.
Numb to the fact that they only payed fifty-cents.
I didn’t know what else to do.
Yet again, there was nothing I could have done to change anything.
Nothing I could have said would have changed any of the girls’ circumstance.
I was absolutely helpless in every way to help these girls.
And then we left.
I exchanged a few harsh words with Jesus when I got back to the house.
Why even send us in there at all when we were powerless to do anything?
In a very still, small voice God spoke to me. He gave me one word.
Hope.
And in that one word there was peace. Peace knowing that even though we couldn’t communicate much with the girls, our presence brought then hope.
Our presence there made His presence known.
Knowing the Savior makes me a carrier of hope, and my only job is to make Him known.
Sometimes that looks like sharing the gospel, and sometimes it just means giving them a smiling face.
So for now, all I can do for them is hope.
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