Rebecca Waters left her position as a professor of teacher education in December 2012 to actively pursue her writing career. She shares her writing journey in her weekly blog, A Novel Creation. Rebecca has published several freelance articles including two submissions in the popular Chicken Soup for the Soul books, Standard Publishing’s Lookout Magazine, The Christian Communicator, Church Libraries, and Home Health Aide Digest. Rebecca’s debut novel, Breathing on Her Own, was released by Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas.
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On Life Support in India
by Rebecca Waters
Thank you, Tamera, for giving me the opportunity to share on your blog.
This past April, God opened the door for me to travel halfway around the world to work with girls who had been rescued from brothels. Yes, girls. Some as young as nine-years-old had been coerced, kidnapped, or sold into forced prostitution.
For the girls we met, rescuers had arrived. Rescued girls are placed in a government -approved facility first. At age 18, they are dismissed from that group home setting. They often have little schooling and few possibilities for work.
During our time there, we visited in the homes of young women now 18-25 who are redefining themselves. Some had been rescued at age twelve or thirteen and placed in a government -approved facility first. After the girls leave the government system, a group called “Life Support” works with these girls, placing them in smaller homes. Money for this work comes through churches.
Up to six girls will live together in one of these homes. The home has a housemother and the seven of them become a family. The housemother makes sure the girls get to church, study their Bibles, learn practical life skills such as cooking and cleaning, and get into the vocational school or a college.
The team I was on visited one of the homes the second day of our trip. The girls, all smiles, served us juice and cookies. They showed us around their apartment and proudly showed us their bedrooms—three to a room. These girls were like any other girl of the same age. They love colors like purple and pink. They love to watch movies and listen to music. They like jewelry and clothes.
And they are learning to trust a Father in heaven who will never betray them.
I shouldn’t be amazed at their trust. Or resilience. Or joy. These are only a few of God’s gifts to them. And me. But the way God continually provides, the way God continually cares, and the way these precious girls respond to God? Yes, I am amazed. The simplicity of faith is always amazing.
Each team had visited one of the homes that day and later in the week, we took all twenty- seven of the girls to a resort for two days. I use the term “resort” loosely. It was much like an intense Vacation Bible School.
“Sit by me, Sister,” the girls would say as they patted a space next to them.
We sang songs of praise. Some were even in English. We made crafts. We listened to stories. We had a snack each day. We worshiped together.
Together, we made “shields” for each home. We talked about how God is our protector.
We each, side by side, made decorative soft pillows to take home. We talked about how God is our comforter.
We painted pictures to represent selected verses from the Bible about who we are in Christ. We talked about how God sees us.
The girls took delight in decorating our hands with henna. Their giggles reminded me of my own daughters painting each other’s nails at a slumber party.
The last event of our “resort” time was a puzzle activity. Each group sat on the floor and worked together to fit a puzzle together. It was a good reminder that the pieces of our life come together for God’s purpose when we come together to serve Him.
I sat on the floor. Our puzzle was complete and we were waiting for the last group to finish. I stretched my legs out and leaned back on my hands behind me. I had this incredible feeling. “You are exactly where you are supposed to be right now.”
Human Trafficking is a worldwide evil. I didn’t need to go to India to find girls who needed me. Maybe I needed to go to India to see how God could use me. And you.
Romans 8:37-39 (NIV) reminds us:
37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[a] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Molly Tipton and her husband are looking forward to retirement, but Molly’s life suddenly spirals out of control when her oldest daughter is involved in a terrible accident. An icy road and a sharp turn leave one woman dead, another clinging to life.
While two families grieve, details emerge that reveal Molly’s daughter was driving under the influence. As she prepares her daughter for the prospect of a vehicular homicide lawsuit, Molly discovers her oldest child is not the only one injured and forced to deal with past mistakes.
If it’s true that time heals all wounds, what are we to do with our scars?
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