In our brokenness, we often feel unseen, unloved, unwanted by God and others. I realized all this planted needed was a couple of stakes to help it stand, some nourishment, and to be brought into the light. So it is with those who might be hiding in pain around us, or you yourself.
As I’ve gotten older, the awareness of my mortality and the ridiculousness of this tin machine in unpredictable skies has only served to increase my wariness. I am acutely aware of my need for security in something, in Someone, greater than myself and this flying metal contraption.
We believe that if we rescue one girl from human trafficking, we will be opening up a spot for other girls to be victimized. So, slowly, we are developing relationships with brothel owners and offering employment if they shut down their business as usual and reopen their business as a handicraft co-op.