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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.