I’ve recognized the crisis of sex trafficking, and the rapid growth of human slavery across the globe. Both in my “neighborhood” of America, and beyond.
I’ve heard the stories of women and children falling blindly into this nightmare life, their hearts and bodies chained to misery.
I’ve observed the increased awareness of human trafficking explode world-wide, fueled by burning hearts consumed to fight for justice on behalf of these prisoners.
I’ve tried to imagine the horrors of this industry, and if it was me who had to service 10-15 lust-corrupted men on a daily basis.
What if within 24 hours my entire life changed?
What if I became imprisoned without hope… forced to remove every sense of morality… beaten if I tried to escape or refuse… left to comply with the orders to become a human-sized doll… to be played with however, with whomever, at any time of the day.
All purity, innocence, and beauty splattered with depraved darkness.
Would I still have hope?
Would I still believe that I was beautiful?
Would I be STRONG enough to endure this level of pain?
I don’t know.
I don’t know how these women survive every day. I can’t comprehend the feeling of looking into their baby’s eyes, a painful reminder of the outcome of their job.
I can’t comprehend the efforts of scrubbing myself until bleeding, yet failing to remove the permanent, ugly stains in my heart.
To face the reality that I didn’t even have a choice.
When I look into the eyes of the women at Asha Nepal, I sense their constant battle to defeat despair and shame. Their desire to truly believe the powerful, jealous love of their Beloved. Love that can instantly erase every blemish from their souls. I can see their longing to regain strength and beauty, to laugh again with freedom’s entirety. To believe their lives have just begun- that God has unimaginably good plans in store for His daughters.
I see them gaining restored beauty,
renewed joy,
revealed passion.
These women have attained a strength I fail to fathom. I often wonder if God has created a dress kept especially for them when they meet Him face to face. One that is pure as snow, adorned with jewels, and radiant of His glory. I can imagine Him taking their hands and running through fields, dancing and laughing with them. And telling them repeatedly,
“How beautiful you are, my darling. Oh, how beautiful! There is NO flaw in you. You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride. You have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes.”
(Song of Solomon 4:1, 7, & 9)
What a cherished beauty these precious women hold. All it takes is one transformation, one altered perspective, one brave act to grasp the tip of His garment and respond saying,
“Jesus, I am YOURS.”
