Today is a great day.

As I sit here watching The Incredibles and hating the pile of clean laundry sitting in front of me, I've got Guatemala consuming my thoughts. Today at church, the service was mainly dedicated to hearing the stories of the adults who just returned from their trip, and viewing a video of pictures. One of the things they talked a lot about was The Oasis, a ministry that reaches out to women who are stuck in the prostitution industry. They described the "line"--an old railway where the women rent the rooms that they use, and along which men from all over walk to choose the woman. They told detailed stories of two different women they met who are trapped in the cycle, but want to get out.

I truly do not like being emotional, but I couldn't help it...I wanted to cry. Sex trafficking and prostitution is something that tugs at my heart a lot--probably more like yanks at it. Lol. So, for me to hear those stories and even to hear that there was a 16 year old involved...it was really hard. Before the ushers collected this week's offerings, Pastor Stephen explained that it costs approximately twenty U.S. dollars a day for the women to survive, between paying rent for the room, paying the gangs that "own" them, and providing for their families. So, he called all the men to step forward and give $2.50 each week to get those women out from underneath the weight of all of that. It was beautiful, really. To watch all those men stand up, walk to the alter, and put money in that basket for those women was truly AWESOME. Whether it meant anything to them or not, it meant a lot to me, and believe me when I say that it could be the difference between life and death for those women.

Now that the day of our own departure is coming up, I'm feeling more and more desperate to pray for the Guatemalan people that we'll be visiting, and the ones that our adults got to meet last week. I can't wait to see what God has in store for US when we go!

More later.
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