She sits on the edge of the bed in the middle of the night, sobbing loudly.
She thinks no one is around, that no one can hear her.
She thought she would only have to do this for a week, but it’s now two years later.
This is the only way she knows how to provide for her family.
She has lost her innocence, at least earlier than she thought.
He lies in a fetal position in one corner of their one-room home.
He has 3 brothers and sisters to take care of now.
His stomach growls of hunger, he hasn’t eaten in two days.
The only thing on his mind is where he will find food to feed his family.
His 5-year old little sister is sick, but he can’t take her to the doctor, and he can’t give her any clean water.
He just holds continues to lie there in the corner, holding himself tighter and tighter.
He hasn’t had the touch of a mother in a year now, and he is beginning to forget what she even looked like.
What is he going to do?
He believes there is no hope for him and his brothers and sisters.
He sits up and watches them as they fall a sleep.
His stomach yells out in hunger.
He has no more tears left to cry.
He is 11 years old.
He is a believer.
But he is trapped in the chains of his country.
He knows the truth.
He came in a dream of his and called out his name.
He goes throughout the day practicing the rituals of his country, while secretly praying out to God to release him from what he knows.
If he speaks out, he will lose his family, and surely his life.
He is captured by the fears and lies that Satan is whispering to him.
He believes he is the only believer in this place that he’s grown up in.
He prays openly and loudly in the woods outside his house at night.
It’s the only safe place he can think of.
He prays that God will bring him others, so that he is not alone.
He wants to be free in Christ.
But he is beginning to lose faith.
God is sending me to bring the hope of Jesus Christ to these people. He has called me to be a light shining brightly for Him. I am to minister to the prostitute that thinks there is no other option for her and does not know that she is loved beyond anything she can fathom, I am to be a mother to child who has had to give up his childhood and is hungry for what he does not know yet, and I am to be a sister and bring fellowship to the man that knows the truth but has never seen or heard or read the Bible. I am picking up my cross and following God into these places where His people are waiting for a message of hope and truth. I will follow Him where He calls me to. This is what awaits me.
“For so the Lord has commanded us, saying, ‘I have made you a light for the Gentiles, that you may bring salvation to the ends of the earth.'” -Acts 13:47
She thinks no one is around, that no one can hear her.
She thought she would only have to do this for a week, but it’s now two years later.
This is the only way she knows how to provide for her family.
She has lost her innocence, at least earlier than she thought.
She wonders how many more times will she lead a stranger into a room, and continue to give herself away.
She cringes every time they come near her.
She becomes emptier every time she leads them down the alley to the room that has become a home to her.
This is all she knows.
She wipes her tears away.
She needs to keep working.
There is no one there for her, and nothing for her.
He lies in a fetal position in one corner of their one-room home.
He has 3 brothers and sisters to take care of now.
His stomach growls of hunger, he hasn’t eaten in two days.
The only thing on his mind is where he will find food to feed his family.
His 5-year old little sister is sick, but he can’t take her to the doctor, and he can’t give her any clean water.
He just holds continues to lie there in the corner, holding himself tighter and tighter.
He hasn’t had the touch of a mother in a year now, and he is beginning to forget what she even looked like.
What is he going to do?
He believes there is no hope for him and his brothers and sisters.
He sits up and watches them as they fall a sleep.
His stomach yells out in hunger.
He has no more tears left to cry.
He is 11 years old.
He is a believer.
But he is trapped in the chains of his country.
He knows the truth.
He came in a dream of his and called out his name.
He goes throughout the day practicing the rituals of his country, while secretly praying out to God to release him from what he knows.
If he speaks out, he will lose his family, and surely his life.
He is captured by the fears and lies that Satan is whispering to him.
He believes he is the only believer in this place that he’s grown up in.
He prays openly and loudly in the woods outside his house at night.
It’s the only safe place he can think of.
He prays that God will bring him others, so that he is not alone.
He wants to be free in Christ.
But he is beginning to lose faith.
God is sending me to bring the hope of Jesus Christ to these people. He has called me to be a light shining brightly for Him. I am to minister to the prostitute that thinks there is no other option for her and does not know that she is loved beyond anything she can fathom, I am to be a mother to child who has had to give up his childhood and is hungry for what he does not know yet, and I am to be a sister and bring fellowship to the man that knows the truth but has never seen or heard or read the Bible. I am picking up my cross and following God into these places where His people are waiting for a message of hope and truth. I will follow Him where He calls me to. This is what awaits me.
“For so the Lord has commanded us, saying, ‘I have made you a light for the Gentiles, that you may bring salvation to the ends of the earth.'” -Acts 13:47
