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    Tuesday
    Nov202012

    The Horror of Sex Trafficking

             *Slowly, as if emerging from deep fathoms of liquid warmth, Rapha became aware that Sheatiel was slumped against him. A gentle snore told him she was fast asleep. Moving slowly so as not to wake her, Rapha inched Sheatiel onto his lap in order to carry her to where Eve was sleeping.

             But when her head rolled against his chest and her small hand grasped a fold of his robe, Rapha stopped to enjoy the warm sense of companionship, the absence of alone-ness, that had become an accepted element of his circumstances. The feeling was so unexpected and sweet, he froze, gazing at Sheatiel’s velvety cheek and perfect, full lips, parted in the absolute peace of sleep only an innocent child enjoys.

             Rapha felt a wave of rage as he considered Sheatiel at the hands of evil men who would abuse such beauty. He hugged her closer and ran his large hand through the shining hair, letting the rippling curls slide through his fingers. Again the blissful scent of Adonai was in the air. Again tears ran down his cheeks, this time for the horror and cruelty she had endured. How could Adonai know and not intervene?

             Clearly the answer resounded in his heart, “I AM intervening now… through you.”

             And he was there, looking through Sheatiel’s eyes, feeling every violation, the sting of every blow, the despair and shock searing his mind to numbness. In the midst of this torture, the image of the Holy One, holding Sheatiel close in the same way Rapha held her, stroking the hair from her bloodied and bruised face, whispering endearments and weeping as Sheatiel lay, shivering and naked but too frozen inside to cover her body, hating herself too much to care.

             Then came peace; Adonai covering her with his mantle of love, and healing, salving every wound, inside and out.

             In her sleep, Sheatiel whimpered and buried her face in Rapha’s chest. Reflexively, his arms tightened around her and he whispered the language of heaven, his voice and heart slowing until there, on the hard ground... Rapha too slept, breathing in the essence of Sheatiel's grief and freedom.

    *excerpt from THE FALL--chapter twenty-six--"Death"

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             A young woman whose innocence and future are ripped away and destroyed.  Unfortunately, this is not just tragic make-believe. Sex trafficking is a multi-billion dollar industry that preys upon desperate young women and makes them human slaves. Yesterday, I heard an interview with Mary Bowley, founder of Wellspring Living, an organization that "walks alongside victims of sex trafficking."  Her words have played over and over in my mind... especially the part where she talked about working with girls as young as nine.  I have a ten-year-old daughter. 

             Thankfully, there are those who are making a difference in the battle against human trafficking.  But the startling numbers of those trapped in this horror reveal the war is far from over. Wellspring Living and Mary Bowley are on the frontlines.  Please check out their website, pray for them and order the book, White Umbrella: Walking With Survivors of Sex Trafficking.

             Proceeds will fund the continuing efforts to bring hope and a future to victims of trafficking.

    Amazon Link for the book, White Umbrella

    Link to Wellspring Living.org

    Link to Wellspring's YouTube Video

    Jer. 29:11
    "For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

    Through Christ there is hope and healing. 

     

     

    Monday
    Dec192011

    THE FALL--bitesize 6 THE Answer

    “NOOO!  Adonai has betrayed me!”  Luc screamed over the tumult of his storm, “He says I am not ready to rule!  He gives authority to Michael, to Gabriel, to these, these animals….”

    Rapha dodged and blocked Luc’s projectiles as he struggled to contain his own rising rage.  “Please,” he shouted, gritting his teeth in the effort to escape the grip of Lucifer’s bonds.  “Come with me.  Adonai will explain any misunderstanding.”

    But his words only stoked Luc’s rage.  “You’re a fool, Rapha!”  Luc screamed.   “You had your chance.  Twice Adonai has betrayed us while you, my friend, stood silent!”  

    Rapha discerned other bright figures descending to Luc.  Grief, anger and pain gripped him as he recognized the faces of those whose power now ripped his being.  There was Aegeus and Epiron and, a shudder ran through Rapha’s body as he saw mighty Zelneus, one he thought forever faithful to Adonai, adding his strength to the assault, drawing molten rock from deep in the Earth to turn the swirling madness into a firestorm.   

    With a burst of power, Rapha flung off his bindings and answering cords of golden light whipped from him toward his attackers.  But these were angelic brothers who knew his strength—and there were too many.  As they added their power to Lucifer’s, immense rocks shoved and jostled, breaking the surface of ground that had been solid only seconds before but now roiled like a storm tossed sea, opening immense jaws to consume him. 

    As Rapha fell beneath his angelic brother’s fury, their relentless attack piercing and shredding with blinding pain, despair stole his will to fight.  They had shielded their thoughts and planned this attack.  Now they used the mighty gifts of Adonai, power given to create beauty, to destroy. 

    “Abba Adonai,” Rapha gasped, the weight of his friends’ betrayal heavier than the mountain of rock and their binding power bearing down upon him.  Immediately the sweet fragrance of Adonai, usually only experienced before the throne, wrapped its comfort around Rapha’s battered form.  

    “Do not resist.”

    As Adonai’s command filled the crushing darkness, peace like a fast-opening bloom pressed out from Rapha’s soul and enveloped him.  He relaxed, trusting, as the weight bore down and curses of his brother angels tore at him in the same way their fury smote the ground.  However, Rapha had never felt more immersed in Adonai, so the burial was sweet.  He saw a glimmer before his eyes, a reflection of his own ebbing fire and, with trembling fingers, wrenched it from the rock.  It was a large gem.  Rapha cupped it to his breast, its smooth, unyielding surface his only tangible companion, as his last feeble thread of consciousness was severed.

    Then came the melting, the sifting, the re-molding; all within Adonai’s very being.  No grief could exist there.  In Adonai only wholeness and light wrapped Rapha in peace.  He drank deeply of the goodness—unfathomable, sweet, all encompassing, freeing.  There, hidden in Adonai’s embrace, Rapha slept. 

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    That last paragraph is one of my favorite moments from the novel because I can still remember taking on that peace and sensing God's embrace as I wrote it.  Heavy sigh.  If only we could dwell in that bliss all the time.  But look at what it took to get Rapha to that point.  Betrayal, anger, overwhelming pain... but when he reached in trust, Adonai was there.

    This is a true representation of peace.  Peace is not due to circumstances but is, rather, in spite of them--sometimes even because of them.

    How about a new approach to stress and adverse circumstances.  The bad will come in this life--challenges, trials, death, betrayal--no avoiding that.  The beauty happens when we curl into God, give Him the pain, and He fills the black holes of need.

    But far be it for me to indicate this is an easy matter.  The picture comes to mind of hanging off a cliff with one hand gripping an unraveling rope.  In a way, it's easy to let go--just open the fingers and, voila!  Then again, it's the hardest thing in the world.

    One of my deepest goals with pretty much anything I write is to get past misconceptions, fear, anger, unforgiveness and a myriad of other emotions/experiences a reader may have that keeps them from God.

    How can this fallen world change? 

    When we change. 

    How do we change? 

    From the inside-out, baby.

    Who is the only one to accomplish this?

    Only Jesus bought us with His life and offered to dwell within us.

    But He's a gentleman. 

    He waits to be invited.

    But we won't invite Him in when we can't trust.

    Therefore I pray and write, begging God to reveal Himself through my feeble words.  And in the process, I change.

    My favorite things are God, family, and the written word but I also brake for chocolate, old barns, and people who live passionately. THE FALL is my first published novel. Hopefully there will be many more to follow, but regardless, I'm hooked--addicted to the written word.

    Click the link at the top of the page if you would like to order The Rapha Chronicles, Book 1: THE FALL

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