I knew who the pimp was--my dad had sold me (not my real dad, it wasn't the real him or the real me) and I was totally resigned to it. A friend and I were walking through a store, stealing some last new things (an outfit) and it was like I was abandoning all the old for the new reality. I knew it was coming and I knew I couldn't stop it. The thing that struck me most about the whole thing was how resigned the dream me was to it: she didn't even try to fight. Somehow she knew that it would just make it worse.
I share this because of the words spoken to me right after I woke up:
"That's what my daughters have to go through every day"
Say good bye to all your dreams for a future
good bye to being normal
good bye to having control over your body
"My precious ones," God whispers as His heart breaks
They find a way to cope by being high, drunk
just existing (go numb)
while deep inside the dream lingers of being cherished
We have to rush the dark, we have to save these precious ones--those who can't fight for themselves.
The blog I read yesterday rings so true: if we just go along with the "boys will be boys" mantra that excuses any type of lewd behavior on the part of men, then we are agreeing with the second part "girls will be garbage".
"If boys will be boys, then girls will be garbage"
NO!
The Lion of the tribe of Judah will not tolerate His daughters being treated like garbage. He will not stand idly by while His precious daughters are ripped to shreds--forced to go through the unspeakable. I can feel His deep sorrow and He's asking us to turn the tide. To do the unthinkable and jump into darkness and bring light, bring freedom.
In Jesus' name and in His power we go.
We cannot fail.
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