My Day in the Brothel- Okay, What did you do with my Daughter (PART 5)

Okay, What did you do with my Daughter (PART 5)

After a long day, my thoughts turned back to Brooke as we finished our ride in the cab. Was it a mistake to leave her while I visited the Drop in Center? I mean, I trust my team- my colleagues- but this is India.

I started to wonder how she was doing without me. After seeing girls her age… babies, just babies and how they were raised. No protection. No protection from the pains of this world. No protection of their innoncence….. Continue reading

My Day in the Brothels- The walk through (Part 4)

My day in the Brothel- The Walk through

In case that I forgot that I was in a third world country, the internet went out at the hostel we were staying in, once we arrived in Kolkota. And without an Indian phone number we have been searching ever since.

So a little delayed, but here are parts 4 and 5.

I was gathering my belongings.

I was ready to return home- to my hostel. I felt light headed and drained. John, cocked his head to the side as he watched me,

“Do you still want to walk through the brothel?” 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.

Wham… Continue reading

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

India bound

I’m busting at the seams today!

I know when I get like this way too many words come spilling out, so I will keep it short.

When I think back to what life looked like ten years ago. Two babies, pregnant with a third. Married. Focused on my husband, children, and decorating my home. It seems almost surreal. Like a dream compared to what surrounds me now.

Do you ever have those moments, your own life appearing almost unrecognizable?  Continue reading