
Today I put on my grey turtleneck and my black leggings and layered a couple of things on top-a denim skirt and a grey shirt. I thought my 2 pieces wouldn't be great for church. At the same time, it was already nice to change up my outfit. Sigh.
I don't wash my clothes everytime I wear them. Of course, yesterday...first day I wore this outfit, I dropped some food on it. Enough that I would ususally throw it in the laundry. I was too tired last night to wash it so on it went to church this morning. Tomorrow I will wash it. I felt a little dirty wearing it today knowing I wasn't as clean as maybe I would usually be for church. Sigh.
I think about these two things. Having a bit of change and being clean. Two things that women and girls being trafficked do not get to have day after day. It is more of the same horrid, awful circumstances and feeling dirty all the more as time goes on. Sigh. My heart breaks for these women. My heart breaks for all of us who cannot escape the imprisonment of the heart.
"The name of the LORD is a strong tower; The righteous runs into it and is safe." (Proverbs 18:10). I love this Proverb sandwiched between verses about slackers and rich men. Suffering women who need a strong tower are neither slackers nor rich men. They are hurting and and can run into a safe Savior who is not just waiting for them, but chastening them every minute of every day. Helping them to run to Him and not be hopeless; that is the goal, that is the need, that is what our voice can do for them.








