God Rocks...in more ways than one!
Careful what you pray for...because God does answer! Last spring I was a part of the artistic team for a wonderful awareness event at our church. Collegiate Christine Kim and her high school girls small group put on a powerful awareness and fundraising event to help an organization called Love 146. This organization is committed to bring awareness to, and rescue and rehabilitate victims of the second highest billion dollar organized crime industry, human sex trafficking. The statistics will stagger you, revolt you, and incense you because children are being exploited for profit both in Asia AND the United States. They are being raped, beaten, and thrown away by "normal, everyday, civilized" people who go there to satisfy their sexual predatory natures.
Shortly after that event, our Prayer Director, Ray, organized a prayer night called The Battle. We put our our prayer warriors helmet that night and prayed for our church, prayed for our missionaries, prayed for the injustices in the world. I spent the bulk of my time in that last prayer station because I really wanted to tell God how I felt. I needed to vent and to plead to Him. I needed comfort, peace, assurance that He would do something for these babies. But the conversation went the other way. God rocked me. He asked me just how much they mattered to me. He asked me if I would extend His love to them in some way. I cried, I shook, my mind and heart were racing. I argued. I doubted. I was overwhelmed by His Spirit. By the end of that hour of prayer, I was spent. And I knew I only had one answer. So I said, "Use me". Little did I know what that really meant. ...But I"ll save that for next time.
Shortly after that event, our Prayer Director, Ray, organized a prayer night called The Battle. We put our our prayer warriors helmet that night and prayed for our church, prayed for our missionaries, prayed for the injustices in the world. I spent the bulk of my time in that last prayer station because I really wanted to tell God how I felt. I needed to vent and to plead to Him. I needed comfort, peace, assurance that He would do something for these babies. But the conversation went the other way. God rocked me. He asked me just how much they mattered to me. He asked me if I would extend His love to them in some way. I cried, I shook, my mind and heart were racing. I argued. I doubted. I was overwhelmed by His Spirit. By the end of that hour of prayer, I was spent. And I knew I only had one answer. So I said, "Use me". Little did I know what that really meant. ...But I"ll save that for next time.
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