Somebody’s Daughters…

SomebodysDaughtersLast night as I was going to bed my thoughts and prayers went up for the girls and the women who are trafficking victims and prostitutes. My thoughts were haunted by the blank depths that were found in the eyes of those I have crossed paths with. Their eyes are a black hole – as if no life is behind them. The longer they live the life (if you can call it that) they do, they withdraw everything of who they are within, becoming more and more distant. Survival is the goal, but even then there are so many days death seems better.

Broken. Weary. Violated. Trapped.

And these are somebody’s daughters!

Perhaps they once knew a loving family and had friends or a pet?

Maybe they had a job or went to school?

Maybe they had a hard life and then it hit even harder.

Promises broken. Dreams shattered. Life as they knew it – Gone.

Branded. Sold. A strangers pleasure.

Yet, she’s somebody’s daughter.

Be a voice. Educate yourself. Rescue these girls.

What if this were your daughter?




It’s time to END IT!

It started early that morning upon waking up. There was a number that slipped into my head during my morning prayer.


434? Was that a time? or what? I didn’t know. All I knew was I’d find its purpose later.

The events of the day passed normally. Then late that afternoon I went with a small group on a prayer walk around the motels in the area. A trucker pulled up and began talking to us. Our guide directed him to a restaurant nearby that would satisfy his expressed desire for food. After a short time of conversing, we went on our way to continue around the buildings. We didn’t get far when we realized he was watching us and following a distance behind. He went into the office and after we had circled the second building I took note of two men on bikes circling the main building.

Continuing on our prayer walk we circled other buildings. About a half hour later we were just rounding the main building where the trucker had parked. A taxi pulled up to the motel building. Two men sat in the taxi with a young girl who couldn’t have been older than 14 or 15. One of the men got out with her as the Trucker met him. As the taxi pulled away and the men on bikes circled again, I looked up to the room that the men and the girl were taken to – 434. Prayers had already gone up, but we stopped and prayed again.

The trafficking had been happening right before our eyes….we’d seen the John (the man who pays for the girl” the girl, the lookouts (men on the bikes) and I’m pretty sure that the pimp saw us. Our guide explained how common these sights were in the area. My heart broke. America isn’t truly free. In fact, there are more in slavery today than in any other time.

As we readied to walk back to the drop-in center/safe house across the street was a young woman that we had seen when we had gotten there over an hour prior still walking/pacing in the same corner. She was a prostitute.

These are only 2 of the many that we saw and interacted with that week.

Trafficking is happening on your streets. This isn’t just in other countries. It is a world-wide issue.

Fact: The average age for entering trafficking in the U.S. is 13 years old. 

Fact: Trafficking is the 2nd largest illegal criminal activity in the world – second only to drugs.

Fact: Every 2 minutes a child is exploited in the sex industry.

Fact: 21,000,000 people are enslaved around the world. 

Given these facts, what are you going to do? It is time to END IT!

I believe in the cause and I believe it is not lost. Freedom will be found. Today starts 31 days to Freedom. Be a voice for the voiceless. Raise awareness for this injustice. But more than that, make an impact.

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