We participate in a local mock human auction and reality stings. It's so much easier to turn my head, blank stare in the opposite direction of truth. The truth of a multi-billion dollar industry running off of the sale of human beings. Disgusting.
My Love "bought" our Dorothy in the mock human auction, and even though I knew it was a mock auction my mama heart went there. I still can't get it out of my mind, seeing her little body slung over his shoulders. Imagining the many little girls for whom this is a reality. To be
sold, carried off by a stranger, and forced to "perform" unmentionable acts.
My stomach still turns at this thought. I read the headline Nigerian 'Baby Factory' Raided, 32 Girls Saved and it turns again. Thankfully these girls were rescued from the strangle hold of slavery. But I can't help thinking of all the others who weren't saved.
The children crying into their pillow to God to rescue them. Or to just let them die.
My stomach still turns at this thought. I read the headline Nigerian 'Baby Factory' Raided, 32 Girls Saved and it turns again. Thankfully these girls were rescued from the strangle hold of slavery. But I can't help thinking of all the others who weren't saved.
The children crying into their pillow to God to rescue them. Or to just let them die.
Unimaginable pain.
I cry with them today. Join the cry. I recently attended a conference where Love146 director Rob Morris spoke on the ways they are rescuing children from the pit of slavery. Amazing stories of rescue and renewal.
I am heavy-burdened for these today. Hearing stories and feeling helpless behind these four walls with these five. Today I am doing what I can do. Praying. Sharing stories and praying to a God who rescues to come and pick up these broken pieces. For mercy and justice to come like a flood.
Come, Jesus. Come.
