Her name is “Bear.”
We met one night as I was walking
through the bars. She yelled out at me to sit at her bar as all the girls do.
She grabbed my arms and yelled “Sister!” and embraced me tightly. My heart sank…..
[Every night before
we go out to ministry we worship. During worship this night I wanted a right
heart and mind to be out on a street that is so evil with drunkenness,
prostitution, and lust. I prayed that I would spend the night looking to find
my best friend. I prayed that God would have a girl somewhere out there tonight
who needed a friend and I was going there tonight to find my friend, MY
SISTER.]
That first night I was able to talk to “Bear” a little before
she had to go dance on top of the bar. Yet, within those few moments my heart
was determined to love her the way she deserved to be loved.
“You come back later?”- Bear
“Yes, I will see you Friday night.” – Me
“You Promise?”- Bear
“I promise.” – Me
And we pinky swore to meet again Friday.
“Bear” and I saw each other only in the bars throughout my
time here. We tried several times to meet up outside of the bars during the day
but it never happened. At times I started to believe I was doing nothing good
for her. How was I really helping her? I could hear God say “Bear with me.” All
I was meant to do was to have a heart for her, pray for her, and pursue her
because of who she is not for her body. I did what God called me to do in His
plan for her life. As much as I wanted “Bear” with me and not in the bars…. I
have to trust that God has good plans for her, not plans to hurt her. He will give her hope and a good future. [Jeremiah 29:11]
