She walked out of the homeless shelter tonight dressed for "work." She walked back in about a half an hour later with her dress torn. She now lives at my friend Ambers ministry house and is being loved on by her and those working with her. Feeding her children has come at a cost to her dignity no doubt. She is young, far too young, and her eyes are hollow in those places that expose the void in your soul.
I had just spent the day in wonderful ways loving on a little gal from one of the orphanages that we love to go to here - Didasko. Norma came with us today and Poppa Grose's main objective for the day was to make her smile. We tried on skirts and jeans and shirts and we found a lotion that she smelled at least 3 times with bright eyes and a smile on her face. It was so much fun and I was honored to be a part of it. She has had a fantastic day and presently she's sleeping on a mattress on my floor and she pillowed her head tonight with NO doubt in the world that she is loved.
I couldn't help but feel the divide tonight between a princess and a prostitute and realize that sometimes the distance between the two isn't really all that far. Some desperation and an opportunity and a few years time is sometimes all it takes. So tonight I'm praying protection over all the young girls we love so much in the places we visit and have come to love so much. I'm certain it wasn't long ago that the girl in the torn up dress wanted her daddy to treat her like a princess and how today a "daddy" did all he could to give a princess day so that she would have memories - long lasting memories in her heart of feeling like a princess, of being valued and loved. The ripples from that will go far beyond anything we can know this side of heaven I am sure.
I can't get the 19 year old girl out of my mind. Cause every girl knows when you've given away the last shred of dignity you have. And none of us know what we might be capable of if we were looking into the eyes of starving children. I have thrown so many stones in my lifetime but my rocks tonight were replaced by tears. With a prayer on my heart and tears on my pillow, Lord would you please make her feel like a princess...somehow show the prostitute Lord that the distance back to being a princess isn't very far either.
Thank you Lord that you are the restorer of dignity. You lift us from our shame. You redeem the broken places. You fill the void in our soul. You crown us as your daughters with honor and I pray Lord that you would be the lifter of that sweet girls head. You love so well and woo perfectly and so could you do that tonight for that dear one.
And Lord would you protect the princess who tonight is sleeping on my bedroom floor.
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