I haven’t written much lately about my passionate, holy discontent for human trafficking. It’s not that my passion to see sex slaves set free has waned or that I have left it up to others to be the voice for the victims. It’s so hard to sit back and not go into action when there are literally millions of girls around the world being bought and sold for sex daily. How could one not want to do something. Yet, it seems like every time I get amped up about finally partnering with local organizations or brainstorming creative ways to bring awareness on my own, God puts the brakes on it. After knowing for absolute certain that this is what God has called me to, watching Him close the door on my efforts has been disheartening, almost to the point where I was starting to question if this passion was ignited by Him or me.
A couple of months ago, I felt this burden to pray for victims all over the world. Not just my regular prayer to end slavery but a soul stirring, out of bed early in the morning, not going back to sleep until I do type of prayer. With each prayer, I could feel something being activated in the supernatural; a shifting in the atmosphere; a plan being set into motion. I didn’t know what was happening or what was on the horizon but, I knew that after being silent for over a year, God was finally speaking again about this passion that was still raging in my heart.
To help another dimension to the very prayers that I had been sending up to Heaven, God decided to invade my dreams. God tends to speak to me a lot in dreams and visions but honestly, He has been rather quite lately. He has taken a more still small voice approach as opposed to the prophetic dreams and real time visions I am used to. In this dream, I was staring into the tear-filled blue eyes of a young girl, handcuffed to a wall in a room with only a stained mattress on the floor. I saw the face of the man in the green jacket that held her captive. I watched as he waited in anticipation for someone to arrive and purchase an hour with the handcuffed girl. I knew the exact address of the location to give to the authorities, down to the apartment number: seven.
This past Friday, I went to the Jesus Culture concert with absolutely no idea of how much God would reveal to me. I found myself being somewhat distracted and unable to focus because I was starting to stress out about something that really wasn’t all that significant. I couldn’t pressing into the presence of God like I wanted to, as if something was blocking me. In that moment, Kim Walker-Smith prayed against any distractions and asked for everyone to just focus on encountering God. For what was probably about 7-8 minutes of intense prayer and worship, I felt like God slowed down time and spent hours transporting me to various parts of the world to show me the work that I would be doing to rescue girls from sex slavery. In those moments, He commanded me to dream BIGGER and ask Him for MORE, not allowing my limited human capacity to dictate what I think He can accomplish. By the time the last vision was revealed, I was physically exhausted from the weight of His glory and intensity of the experience. I wish I could take a picture of my mind’s eye and show people what I saw. Even still most probably wouldn’t even believe it because part of me still can’t quite process it all.
I truly believe that the spirit of God is roaming this Earth activating a wave of those called to go into all the nations to bring His enslaved daughters to the feet of the Throne. He is activating the faithful warriors who have been on the training ground being prepared to be launched into the darkest corners of the world. He is calling a generation of believers to stand for righteousness and justice, to be the light of the world, a city on a hill. Life will be breathed into the sleeping church and the Earth will literally tremble from the weight of His glory.
I am ready, Lord.