To my fellow mothers

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Oh dear mothers, I need your support here…

for only you can understand this debacle.

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My Day in the Brothel- When God Speaks (Part 3)

There was no one left and I was tired.

Feeling emotionally drained yet so incredibly loved, I slowly walked back over to John’s office.

He saw me walk in, “Just one more, “ he said. Uh, really.

I mean, I loved this, but it is very emotional and I was drained and was feeling a little faint. I smiled and nodded my head, I mean how many chances do I have to do this?

Uh, like none.  Continue reading

My day in the Brothels-And then God decides to show up (Part 2)

And then God decides to show up (Part 2)

We made our way into John’s office where we were joined by other staff members, sweet girls  and one young man, whose names I will hold close.

He turned to me, explaining that today we would begin with a small devotion time, 5-10 minutes and then they will prayer over me and I would go with one of the staff members to walk and prayer through the brothel.

Nice. A plan. Structure. I love it. Did I mention I love agendas, like love love love agendas? They make me so happy. I know, crazy right?   Continue reading

My day in the Brothels- The Plan (Part 1)

THE PLAN (Part 1)

Let me warn you, dear sisters, this is long. Like, beyond long.

I have broken it into five sections to make it more manageable, and I encourage you to read it all.

Set aside time to read it all, the parts that are hard to understand, the parts that are hard to hear.

Read it all, dear sisters, for this is our world, our brokenness, our God.

I am still trying to make sense of my last few days.

I had a plan. The people I was scheduled to meet with had a plan. And then God shows up.

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Dear Ana

Sometimes when I don’t know how to express all that I am feeling I write letters, letters that are never sent and often never seen by the person I address them to.

These letters give my heart space to work things out-to have a voice.  It is with caution that I write this next letter because I know how deeply my heart has been touched by this woman…. Ana. Continue reading