A powerful word. The human suffering that we ignore everyday does not miss the heart of God. We may cry out, “how long oh Lord?” But we better put our hearts into action and move on the behalf of those being abused. We can’t, and shouldn’t, sit back in our content and do nothing.
Went to a baby shower tonight. Met a missionary who shared with me and my husband some of what he has seen in India…
“Ten thousand” girls and women, every night, lined up on the sides of the street, some as young as 8 years-old, for men (some women, but mostly men), to pick from.
Girls and women, lined up like some product on a shelf to be purchased and used…
And these young girls end up pregnant, carrying at such a young age the children of the men that bought, used and abused them.
(Um… Let’s shake off this thought… Move on with the night… It’s so far from us anyway. Let’s change the conversation, smile and eat pink cupcakes… Conversations changed, but I couldn’t shake it. Still can’t.)
I came home… Still thinking about it.
Rocked our baby boy to sleep still thinking about it.
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