My prayer was that night, that she’d see Jesus through my eyes,
In my smile.
Whoever she was,
That she’d hear him in my words,
In my laughter,
In my voice.
That I would be a complete reflection of His love.
Because she is his daughter,
I prayed that she’d see those same eyes that looked at the woman caught in adultery, and said to her accusers who were ready to stone her
“Let he who is without sin cast the first stone …”
I prayed that she’d hear those words spoken centuries before
Still ringing true in her ears,
That she’d see those same loving eyes
Not once condemning her…
We set out into the red light district of Ho Chi Minh city in hopes of connecting with the women who were bought and sold in front of the brothels that lined the streets.
Our goal was only to build relationship and show the love of Christ.
we spent time in prayer before leaving at 11 pm to start the night. I felt in my spirit that Jesus would be reflected in my eyes that night.
5 minutes down the street, in front of a dimly lit bar blasting music and lights, we met Kat.
She was a tiny woman with a bubbly personality.
Kat said she hadn’t been well and was very tired all the time.
As time passed her demeanor changed drastically.
She was almost bouncing off the walls with excitement.
She began hugging and squeezing me every time she looked at me.
She’d laugh, kiss my cheeks, and squeeze my hand so much that she never actually let!
Squeezing the life out of me, kissing my cheek repeatedly…
I could do nothing but laugh with her.
Bellied over chuckles as she just kept kissing and hugging and squeezing me.
She would grab my hand and look at me in the eyes and say
“I just feel like I know you. You are my friend. I know you, I love you.”
And every time she grabbed my hand, or my arms, or my face, she squeezed me!
I know now, that she just couldn’t get enough of His love.
That every time she kissed my cheeks, it was because her heart was brimming with love from the Father. You see, I had prayed that she would see Jesus in my eyes.
I watched her change from a tired shell, to a bouncing ball of energy and love.
The same eyes that saw the woman caught in adultery, saw Kat .
The same eyes that seek me and you, sought Kat.
With tears streaming down my face, I can write knowing beyond all doubt that she saw Him. It was nothing I did.
It’s because Jesus loves Kat.
And even though Kat is the house mom of a brothel run by a German man in the middle of a city with 8 million people… Jesus wanted Kat to feel His love.
In a city I take two steps in and I’m lost, He knows EXACTLY where she is.
Just like a good shepherd knows His sheep. There’s not a moment of Kats life that has gone unnoticed by Him.
That wrecks me.
Pray for Kat, pray that she would find another source of income to support her children. Pray for that brothel. For the 6-7 teenage girls standing outside in pieces of cloth barely covering their bodies. Pray that the seeds planted would become a harvest. That our contact from Vietnam would continue to have an open door and that the girls would come to know their value as daughters of the King.
