The pain behind her eyes is unlike anything you have ever seen before. The smile she curves her beautiful mouth into lacks life and joy.
Her clothes are few and her face is hidden behind an array of a rainbow of colors illuminating every feature she holds.
She leans against a doorway that leads into a small room the size of an average American walk-in closet. The room holds a bed, a small trashcan, and a table for her personal belongings.
Who is she?
To the world, she is filthy and worthless. Damaged goods, dirty worker, whore, and prostitute. Her reputation is associated with garbage, hateful words, and dust of the earth.
Who is she?
To the men lined up against the wall outside her room or the building with the same purpose opposite, she is an item to obtain, meat to devour, something to use. She has no real feelings, life, or any true reason to exist other than for the pleasure of the men who discard her.
Who is she?
To her family, she is the income of the household. She is the heroine, the loving sister or mother who provides for the entire family. They have no clue of what she does for the food that is daily laid on the table, or, if they do, it is a false tale.
Every week in Guatemala City I have the blessing and privilege to see Christ’s daughters, broken, helpless, and lost as they may be. Their hearts are broken and they are desperate.
Most have no other means of funds, this is the last resort because there is no other way they can make money and they hate it. They despise it and are sick to the very core of their being for lowering themselves to do this, but they feel as though there is no other way, and they are desperate.
Last Monday my team and I were with a few of the ladies in a building our ministry partner owns as a means to minister to the women in the business, and over a meal of pancakes and watermelon, one of the women started to pour her heart out to us about what she was going through.
Our ministry contact translated for us and told us as this dear woman began sobbing that she was completely sick of this life and that she wanted a way out but she was trapped. She had cried out to God so, so many times but nothing happened. Her church rejected her and she felt worthless, hopeless, and dead inside. That same day two other beautiful ladies told us that very thing.
And we prayed over those women. Those precious, irreplaceable daughters of Christ.
The stories I have heard in the mere three visits I have had have shaken me to the very core of myself. The very act of walking along the line of rooms used for prostitution breaks you. It tears you apart. In that moment I realized God was opening my eyes to what His heart breaks for, and I was overwhelmed to the point of completely falling to my knees.
These were God’s children, his priceless daughters worth more than precious silver, diamonds, or any jewel beyond compare. They have no idea of His love for them more than anything. They are so much more than this.
Who is she?
To me, she is a daughter of the King of the universe. The daughter of the King who crafted the stars out of the palm of his hand and lit the sun into existence. She is light, beauty, radiance, and above all, forgiven. No longer a prostitute, but a Princess. She is a new creation made entirely in Jesus Christ, her Father, and King.
“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned,but have not love, I gain nothing..” – 1st Corinthians 13:1-3.
“But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” – Romans 5:8
Please continue praying for my team and I as we minister to these beautiful ladies on the line as well as beginning to pray for the women in prostitution that we will be sharing Christ’s love with
