The busy streets filled with night life, a dimly lit street corner, right outside a prominent resort. These are some of the darkest places in Kampala. This is where we find women who are bound by lies so tightly they cannot see the deception clearly. In their world, they have no hope. The only option they see is to prostitute themselves. Some are coerced into it and forced to stay, but many took a friend or family members advice to try this “job” and now they are bound by the lie that this is only work available for them to do. My heart breaks for them. The Father's heart breaks for them.
To the people passing her by on the streets, she may just be another prostitute. Someone to judge, scoff at, scorn, and condemn. To the men who hire her, she is just a piece of meat to be used and thrown away when he's finished. To those of us working to bring her hope, she is a broken woman who needs the redeeming love of Jesus, just like us. But to the Father she is so much more...
He doesn't see a prostitute on the street when He looks at her. No, He sees His creation. He knows the number of hairs on her head. He knows the shame she feels that she is too proud to show anyone else. He knows every anxious thought she has as she works to provide for her family. He knows every tear she has cried. He knows every wound on her heart, even the ones she is unaware of. He knows her desires and His desire is for her. He thought about her as He died on the cross. He wants her to turn from sin and run into His loving arms. He wants to untie the lies that have her bound and give her freedom through His Son!
Thank you for your love and faithfulness. Praying for you and them.
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