Our whole purpose this month is to build relationships to these girls who have nothing else to turn to but selling their bodies and to teach them that there is more to life and better opportunities available. Tonight we went out in groups of 4 and we had a memeber from another group who has been here at SHE for a month, who went with us to kind of help us know what to do our first night. The night started by talking to a few girls in a couple of bars and you can ask them if they like what they do and they tell you no. They want so much more than what they are doing.
After about 1 hour and 45 mins Tiffany said that we should probably just take our last 20 mins or so to walk down the main street and just pray. Literally within the first 20 feet Chelsea O told our helper Amy to look over to the other side of the street. By then our whole group had noticed this girl who we think worked in the bars with her cell phone crying on the shoulder of her friend. She was hysterical. Something was obviously terribly wrong, I’m not sure if she recieved bad news or what but to help you visualize, it looked as if somebody would look if they had just heard their only son had been killed. I’m talking hysterical. Within a few seconds we all realize that this girl needs prayer, so Chelsea runs over to her and the girl drops to her knees. She ends up convulsing and Chelsea and the girl’s friend are holding her as she falls to the ground. At this point there are thousands upon thousands of people walking around us but it’s these 2 girls and our team standing around her not knowing what to do but to pray. A few more seconds pass and everybody is now around her in a circle, she is still convulsing with this straight ahead blank stare and then goes limp. There is a lady there who starts CPR all the while our whole team is praying fervently in Jesus’ name that this girl is not going to die. People in the crowd are yelling for everybody to back up and I’m still kneeling at the girl’s feet holding on to her foot and praying with everything in me. When she went limp, our whole team agrees on the feeling we got that she was gone, there was no life or spirit in her anymore. I’m looking at her leg holding her foot and praying for her to be okay. A long time goes by and she is limp, arms spread out on the ground, lifeless. As I’m looking at her leg and praying, the people are doing CPR, and slapping the girl’s face and back trying to bring her back. I see her leg move. SHE’S ALIVE! I notice that I’m smiling (which I probably shouldn’t be in this situation) but I truly felt that God healed this girl! I never thought that I would witness someone being raised from the dead, and I’m not saying that she was definitely dead, but I believe that she was, if only for a few moments.
