I first met Vivian two weeks ago. I offered her a muffin and she declined. She asked if we were Christians wanting to preach to her. We said yes to being Christians, but not to preach just to love. We stayed for about 5 minutes knowing and seeing that she was not interested in talking.
I met Vivian again week 2 in Guadalhorce. She said she remembered me. This time I wouldn’t let intimidation intimidate.
At first her answers were short, but as the minutes passed, I could literally feel walls start to break.
Boldness came over and all sorts of questions were asked. Questions about family, her theory on why friendships with women don’t work, to working on the streets, men and relationships.
Vivian said, “When it comes down to it, I want to be married and have kids. I just want a man that will love me for me and encourage me all the time.”
“Me too.”
“Me three.”
It dawned on me that when it comes down to it… a woman is a woman. We were created by God. We were created to be loved. How blessed was I that I got to share this special moment with her.
She then proceeded to tell me that it would be easier for me to be in a relationship because I was beautiful, nice and deserved one.
Her eyes lit up when I said SHE was BEAUTIFUL, nice and that one day she would be with a man who sees beyond what she does now.
Her eyes lit up when Megan told her that there are people fighting for her now.
Her eyes lit up when we said she was worthy.
My heart leapt for joy when she said, “I know. I know that God will take me out of this. I know. I have hope.”
The difference between Vivian and many of the women that I have met in Thailand or in Spain… they have been defeated by this industry, by this darkness.
I’m floored by this woman. Floored by a woman who knows that greatness and God’s promises are yet to come but doesn’t let what is currently happening negatively affect her. Floored by a woman who has hope to hold on. Floored by the beauty of a woman and the ability to see the Christ in her.
