Her name is Jun. This was the second time we went out to bring some light into the dark world of cabin restaurants. A cabin restaurant, looks like a run down spot, where people can get food and drinks. The waitresses are dressed like any other women but during the night this place turns into a trap for the girls that work there. Men go there to eat, drink to many drinks and get whatever they want from Gods precious creation. At night this place turns into a bar/brothel, a place where women are robbed of their identity, worth and honor.
As I was sitting in one of the cabins looking at the sad eyes staring back at me I could hardly contain myself. Tears started do well up and I constantly had another zip of my coke to not completely lose it. She told us that she used to live close to Mount Everest in a little village. She hardly had any memories because she got ripped away from her environment at a very young age. She didn’t know where she came from or who her parents were. Jun never celebrated a birthday nor knows her age. Jun has been trafficked since the age of six. Selling her body is all she ever knew.
I and another girl from my team started sharing our testimonies. At one point I asked her if she can relate to wanting to numb her pain. Her answer broke my heart.”Yes I have to drink that is the only way I can ever live life.” Here I was sitting in front of a women, whose life has been hell ever since she can remember. I wanted to grab her and run, run as fast as I can to take her away from a lifestyle that will kill and already has killed her soul. Sometimes I really do wish I would be Liam Nealson from the movie “Taken” who has special skills and can karate chop everyone that gets in his way. I want to be a female Ninja who walks into satans establishments and kicks butt, but reality looks very different.
In reality I sat there and told her about a man, who was fully God, fully human that loves her so much that He died a gruesome death on a cross. He is the real Hero in this story. He does walk into the darkness and drives out the despair. Every evil demon shakes and trembles. He doesn’t need to use violence, His presence is enough. The presence of the everlasting God is enough to break any enemy. And that presence dwells in me. What an honor!!
I shared how Jesus saved me from a life of sex, drugs and rock and roll and made me a new creation. All of my dirty racks became clean and white as snow. Our translator told me that she was married once, just another thing we had in common. I continued talking about a God that is full of redemption and so much love to big to ever fathom.
I hope and pray that she saw that hero inside of me that day, the only good in me. The only reason I was visiting her that day is because I once was a lost girl in a big world, blinded by lies and searching for Truth. That day confirmed one more time why God wanted me here in Nepal.
I don’t want any girl or woman in this world to ever think that she is to far away from the love and redemption of Jesus. No matter what she has said, done or how people have labeled her. Nothing is to big for Jesus, His Love is always enough!
Our translator and her exchanged phone numbers. I invited her to grab coffee with us outside of her work and she gladly excepted. I wish I could tell you that we got her out of there and that she is now save but unfortunately I was just used as a tiny light in her story. Her story is yet to be written. Pray that she meets Prince Charming aka Jesus and that her fairytale has a happy ending.
Love you all
Jen
