On Wednesday my dear friend, Amy, and I were brainstorming and investigating how to help young girls caught in the sex trafficking industry. I’d made calls to girls on the craigslist through our local HopeHouse, and we both were ready to help where we could.
But we really wanted to do “search and rescue.” Seeing no official volunteer positions for that one, we went to prayer. As we prayed, I “saw” (in my mind’s eye) a fair, blonde girl. We both saw a mobile home park. And Amy heard the number “24”.
I can’t say we had any big Holy Spirit splashes, but we agreed that we couldn’t lose by stepping out on those three “words.”
So the next day, we traveled to the one mobile home park she had in mind. Nothing. We traveled 35 minutes to the next mobile home park I had in mind. (I had heard a few years back about a lot of prostitution there.)
My 16 year old daughter joined us in this adventure, and this is where her part came into play. As we bypassed the entrance and had to turn around (which hindsight we saw as essential to create perfect timing), Connie “saw” in her mind an old car with a rough looking man in the front seat and a blonde girl in the back seat.
Turning into the drive just before us was that car with that man! We followed the car. It pulled into their driveway and we pulled over and parked just beyond the driveway and all three of us piled out of our two cars. (I was aware of possibly looking like the KGB at that moment!)
As I turned when stepping out of the car, the first thing before my eyes was the house number: “24”! As their car door opened, I saw the blonde girl with an infant in the back seat. I couldn’t let the moment pass, so I asked the man about the mobile home park office (that’s what flew out of my mouth), and he went inside the get the phone number.
Meanwhile, we began to talk with the girl, the baby being a bridge builder for conversation. Long story short, she welcomed me laying hands on her baby and praying, and then doing so for her.
I honestly felt led to tell her the truth as to how we ended up there. Her eyes got really big. She told us that 2 days prior in the courtroom (getting a restraining order against the father), she shot up a prayer: “Lord, I need help.” Connie said, “God sees you, and loves you!”
We exchanged phone numbers and she spoke of wanting to get back to church. We hope to talk soon about a relationship with Jesus. We don’t know who this older man is in her life. Her story changed 4 times. But we’re taking her a Mother’s Day gift bag tomorrow, and we’ll see what God does next! What else might we see God do if we just listen and step out??!!