Last night at a church-ish meeting (not really a service, but people who love God meeting together...) we were wrapping up with prayer, but rather than a nice quiet benediction, God came in and we prayed for awhile for those in our communities and cities and around the world who are enslaved by the commercial sex trade, be it in strip clubs, brothels, or those kids who are abused to make porn. I had started to paint a picture of a girl who was sex trafficked awhile ago, maybe last summer, but i lost the photo in the shuffle of moving and africa. so because of that meeting last night, I felt like I needed to paint her, to paint the faceless child who has been trafficked and abused and raped night after night. I just asked God what she would look like, and this is her.
She is young, but hardened after a year or so, she doesn't remember, of living in a very dark world, forced to remain inside the brothel all day, for fear that the authorities might find her and expose her pimps. She looks like she might cry, but is too hardened to cry. And she is scared. She came a long way from her home in hopes of a better life and to make money to send home to her family.
Those dreams faded fast, and so did all her other dreams. She needs to learn how to dream again. She needs to learn how to hope. She needs freedom, she needs rescue, she needs a voice. She needs Jesus.
see www.love146.org for how to help her.
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