It hurts. Seeing people you love getting abused, raped, and beaten day after day. It hurts to see the held back tears. It hurts to hear their silent cries of desperation. It hurts.
A friend of mine finally was able to open up a lot to me and tell me she was finally ready to come out, but she was scared. Her boss always has a set of eagle eyes on her, and after the day she shared she wanted out, her responsibilities changed and was forced to work further inside (away from the street). I went in to say hi, but realized I should not be there long for her safety and mine.
I literally see these situations day after day and I hear the women open up to me more and more through our English Classes. I know there is hope; otherwise I would be a total mess right now. I believe and know our God is mighty to save. Yet, knowing this does not make it any easier. It still hurts.
I guess this is just a taste of what God feels every day. I am so glad He is strong enough, because I know I am certainly not! I love them so much. I know they do not have many who fight for them and I get the privilege to do so. Yet, with this privilege comes heartache. Is it my heartache to hold on to, no, I’m trying to release it all to the Lord. I think it is like a trampoline, the issue hits me, I can feel the hit. There was an impact on me, but it is bounced up to the Lord. It’s His issue to hold onto.
Please continue to pray for these women and for me who is trying to show the Father’s love to these beautiful women. Pray for comfort, peace and a reminder of hope for both parties.
It’s hard for me not to get overwhelmed by the horrors around me. Once you have truly seen the injustice, you cannot forget it. Something must be done! So you stand and fight, even when no one else understands or see the point in fighting.
Will you stand and fight with me for them?