Not yet my child.

last night i lay in my bed sobbing as i watched the documentary "born into the brothels" once again. only this time i saw it with different eyes...eyes that knew, eyes that had seen. I closed my eyes, and remembered. I watched them film on the crowded streets and pretended i was there beside them. And i stopped...and said, "Lord, ill quit school (again ha) and go there right this instant if you want. just say the words." i sat. i waited. and i heard a soft whisper..."not yet my child, but the time is coming soon." so i lay and wept, and prayed, and wondered where those sweet faces were today. I glanced up at my map on the wall and tried to imagine what was taking place on those streets as i lay in my warm, cozy, comfortable bed....where i don't have to share it with strange men night after night. and my heart ached for those beautiful girls. my heart ached for the rehabs in India, the ones who are searching for a way out, a way to the lover of their soul, a way to the ONLY one who can save them for the walls coming down.


Why Lord does it constantly find it's way into nearly every conversation, why Lord is it always in my thoughts, why Lord am i here when my soul is longing to be there.


Not yet my child, but the time is coming soon.




The Lord willing, we are going to try to go this off season. I AM SO EXCITED! God has been so good to me. I praise Him for the little things...like allowing me to see born into the brothels last night. I can always count on him to constantly keep my fire for india burning. HIS PLANS ARE GOOD. and i love Him for that.