When we say things like, “20 million women and children have been trafficked into the global sex trade“, the large numbers are easy to stumble over for a few minutes or an hour and then forget. But when you have been in direct contact with one individual who has been trafficked, every number gets a face, and every face gets a story, and you know that every story starts long before the abuse of human trafficking.
I’ve met my one, the individual that has forever changed me; one who gives me a reason to never stop living for freedom. I have my one. Her story is one of hope in a Savior who has made her new.
But for every successful statistic, behind it is still the knowledge that there is one who is not yet found, one waiting for a rescue that has yet to arrive. And for “she who is not yet found“, I so wish that I could look her in the eye and tell her that she’s not forgotten. With everything in me, I want to tell her that her life isn’t some unbelievable exaggerated statistic used to scare regular people into giving, but that her story is hers, unforgettably hers. So badly I want her to know that wherever she is now, all these days we are looking, and that I am praying, and that she is still not forgotten.
And this physical bondage is only a tangible reality of what her soul is experiencing if she does not know Jesus. More than any of these things I long to tell “she who is not yet found” that there is One who came to set her free. That He paid her price eternally and that He
has not will never forget her.
I want those words to be true. So, please, look, pray and remember.
See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that in heaven their angels always see the face of my Father who is in heaven. What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them has gone astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine on the mountains and go in search of the one that went astray? And if he finds it, truly, I say to you, he rejoices over it more than over the ninety-nine that never went astray. So it is not the will of my Father who is in heaven that one of these little ones should perish.
:: Matthew 18:10-14 ::