Everyday she wakes up past noon shaking off the hangover she
gave herself from attempting to drink away the pain of the man she felt forced
to sleep with. Getting off
her stage she scrubs to find purity.
Dressing in white from head to toe she travels thirty minutes to get
good luck from a god who is buried in the ground. Back at home she rehearses her script in the mirror,
slapping on half of her compact of shadows, blush and powder. Her long, silky, dark hair gets straightened
and pinned up with an innocent butterfly clip. Though she doesn’t realize, she longs for a
metamorphosis. Her steps are
numbered as she whips her hips from side to side towards the bar. She sits awaiting the right customer
for tonight. As men pass, “Welcome”
screams through her lips. When no
one is looking sad expression controls her face. Deep inside she wants out. She wonders how she ever got into this business of selling
herself. She knows if she leaves
she won’t have as much money and her family won’t be taken care of
financially. She’s too afraid to
phone home what type of business she’s actually in.
cleanest of her hand-me-down clothes.
She gathers in a small room worshiping with like-minded believers. She has to go no where and does not
have to dress any particular way as she calls on her God. Very much alive He answers her. She prays, interceding for women in
prostitution; women she does not even know. She prays specifically for them to know their worth,
to accept REAL LOVE. She receives
strength from her God. She walks
slowly through mud puddles in a somewhat uncomfortable situation. People crowd the street begging, “Ping
Pong Show. Free beers.” She kindly says no and smiles their
way. Not knowing exactly where to
go she stops and prays, “Show me.”
She is filled with heaviness as she passes one particular bar. She knows it’s the one. She stops before going all the way in,
“Be my mouthpiece. Give me
your eyes. Let me love like
you. Break my heart for what
breaks yours.”
down she sees a beautiful girl with long, silky dark straightened hair pinned
with an innocent butterfly clip dancing on a pole. “God what do I say?
What do I do?” She walks to
the half-drunken girl, pulls her down to eye level and says, “You are
beautiful. I love you. God loves you. You are worthy to be loved but not in
this way.” Noticing the girl is
far from sober she says, “No matter how much you drink your problems will still
be there. Trust me. I know. I’ve been there.
Talk to God. Give your
problems to Him. He loves
you. He will listen.” Tears fill the girl’s eyes. She understands. The American girl embraces her with a
hug and a kiss on the cheek and whispers in her ear, “There is so much more for
you than this. You can leave. If you want to leave right now I’ll
take you. God will provide.”
Going to the bars this month I have seen people in a
different light. I’ve learned that
just because a girl is beautifully made up and has her hair done, doesn’t mean
she’s happy. It definitely doesn’t
guarantee she feels beautiful on the inside. Many of these girls have been in prostitution since they
were young, many molested or raped as kids. Most of these women don’t see a way out. He had us give these women makeovers! God used us this
month to show His love and to give them hope for a future.
