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Priceless

She is priceless but not a commodity.

She is valuable but not for sale.

The price you pay her for her body to please your desires and lusts does not disqualify her from the knowledge of who she is. The drugs she takes to numb her body from feeling does not kill her heart or her soul. The alcohol she drinks to forget does not mean she is less than the woman who has a safe life.

She is priceless.

She is valuable.

She is a daughter.

She is alone. Her soul hollowed out by the cruelty of man to satisfy his thirsty empty soul.

Taken so young by the ones who were supposed to care for her.

Purity robbed.

Her dreams twisted into someone else’s wants and desires.

Pretty little girl. Innocent. Wide eyed and curious. Clouded by pain and fear that froze her heart. She stops seeing the colors. She stops feeling or even knowing what a safe touch is.

She’s gone.

Checked out.

Numb.

Yet in the depths of her heart there is a memory of hope.

She cries out in a mad longing that almost crushes her heart under the weight of her fear and sadness.

She knows.

But how does she know?

She’s been told over and over again that she’s worthless. But knows there’s a price on her body.

She’s been told she’s good for nothing but knows there is a goodness in her.

She’s been told that without “them” she’d never survive. But she knows without her, they would die.

She screams inside. What if the things she knows is a lie. Her life is a lie.

A beautiful girl stolen from hope, from freedom, from life.

Hope.

She hears a Voice in her head and wonders if she’s gone mad.

“You are priceless but not a commodity.

You are valuable but not for sale.”

The Voice is warm and soothing, foreign yet recognizable.

Curled on the cold floor she lifts her heavy head to hear the Voice better. To see if someone is in the room. The presence of this Voice is like nothing she’s heard before yet she knows it.

“You are priceless.

You are valuable.

You are protected.”

She weeps.

Stolen.

Lost.

Afraid.

Hopeless.

“Protected?” She screams!

The Voice whispers, “Have hope.”

She collapses on the floor and laughs.

“Hope.” she says mockingly.

She hoped to be a veterinary as a little girl or a beautiful graceful ballerina.

She snorted, “All I do now is preform for the hungry. Give myself to the selfish.” She weeps, “I didn’t want this.”

The door creaks open to her room and she jumps up in fear and surprise. It’s the man that stole her coming to set her straight for screaming out again. Coming to get his needs met, dress her and take her to work to meet others needs.

The door shuts and she weeps.

“Hope?” She says under her breath and shuts her heart down again to survive what is coming.

She is priceless but not a commodity.

She is valuable but not for sale.

~ ~ ~  

You want a happy ending to this story?

Stop buying sex.

Men AND women it’s time to open our eyes to the world around us. SEX is EVERYWHERE! You pay for it everyday and you probably don’t even realize it. Magazines. Clothes. Beauty products. Car adds. TV shows. Commercials. Sports. Videos. Music. Restaurants. This list is salted with flavors of porn to drive a hunger that needs to be fed more and more to satisfy our emptiness.

We’ve become so numb to the sex shoved in our faces that we promote the very girls we want to help.

Become aware.

The choices you make everyday dictate the life of someone else. YES! You are that powerful! Good or bad.

Ask God to make your mind, eyes and heart so sensitive to everything the enemy is trying to fool you into thinking,“What’s the big deal it’s just a bra. It's just an ad. It's just a TV show. It doesn’t hurt anyone.”

A little girl exploited is a big deal.

You are priceless and not a commodity.

You are valuable and not for sale.

You are worth knowing the truth.

Everyone wants a happy ending to this story. Everyone wants to read she gets rescued and finds freedom and that Hope.

Few ever do.

The millions of children, girls and women trapped in the sex industry without a hope of rescue pray for death. They pray for someone to truly see them and hear their screams and cries. And if they are rescued the scars are so deep it takes years of care, love and heart to have a glimpse of who and Whose they were created to be.

BUT GOD!!!

He hears His children’s cry. He hears their voices and knows their names. He knows the number of fragile hairs upon their precious heads.

He knows.

He IS hope.

You GIVE hope!

Your prayer.

Your awareness of what media and the world is feeding you.

Your desire to volunteer or help ministries and groups that rescue and restore these women’s lives.

YOU can CHANGE the world around you.

YOU can CHANGE the community you live in.

YOU can CHANGE a life.

And if everyone started to CHANGE then the waves become greater and the broken lives can truly believe in hope.

You are called to love powerfully! It’s in you!

Make a difference!

“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore, take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm.” Ephesians 6:12-13

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***Warning: Strong language and content***

This past week I walked into the post office to drop off a package to ship. As I walked up to the door a man held it open for me. For a moment I was grateful until I walked past him and he leaned in close enough that I could feel the heat coming off of him on my neck and he whispered something vulgar toward my ear. I turned around shocked and saw he was looking me up and down. I shivered with disgust as I kept walking into the post office. I dropped my package into the container and watched to make sure he was gone before I left the post office for my car.

Us girls have to make sure we take precautions to not get harassed or raped.

This is nothing new to me.

I am 44 years old. I don’t dress provocatively. I don’t dress like I’m “asking for it”, whatever the hell that means. And I don’t flirt with men.

I have been felt up in elevators.

I’ve had white men hug me and reach around and tuck their hand under my breast to get a feel.

I’ve been raped.

I had a black man grab my ass, then proceed to ask me out. When I told him “NO” he called me a racist bitch.

I’ve been sexually abused as a child by men who hijacked my innocence. 

I’ve had Hispanic men cat-call toward me like it’s some kind of freaking compliment and get mad at me when I don’t respond.

I’ve been aggressively approached in grocery and convenience stores.

I’ve had well educated men of ALL races brush up against me, touch me inappropriately or speak perverted things to me in all kinds of settings.

I mention the race of the men not because it’s about race and culture but it’s about the sexually aggressive attitudes toward women that do not discriminate. It is not racist to stand up for yourself when someone has been inappropriate. It is not one race or culture yet it seems if you have a penis it gives men a license to be a sexual wild animal.

It doesn’t.

And there is nothing I can do about it. I can’t call the police or file a sexual harassment charge because I don’t know who these men are. They are just men walking by with no connection to me what so ever. 

And please don’t tell me to wear turtle-necks and long denim skirts because it is not my responsibility to control men’s behaviors.

Just last weekend I spoke to a couple of groups in Cleveland OH and I made a statement that there is an epidemic of porn, sex addictions, lust, narcissism, adultery and a constant moral failure amongst all races, sexes and religions. This epidemic isn’t those destructive expressions I just mentioned, the epidemic is the loss of the true identity of who we are created to be.

Both men AND women.

There has been an uproar of vulgar “locker-room” talk lately after tapes of Trump came out about him making lewd comments about grabbing women’s pussys. And Clinton’s husband was impeached because of sexual exposure and rape.

So now we somehow all get up in arms about it when this is nothing new to us women that live with the potential of men’s lack of sexual self-control.

There are thousands upon thousands of women who keep their mouths shut about being sexually harassed and or abused because if they speak nothing happens. They get silenced or shamed and told, “Boys will be boys”. Or “At least you get hit on because you’re pretty.” Or “If you didn’t wear such short skirts or low shirts maybe they wouldn’t say or do those things to you.”

So we stay silent keeping the shameful secrets to ourselves. Always looking over our shoulder in parking lots, elevators, hallways, grocery stores or when someone offers to open a door for you. Scared to say something because we feel unsafe after the constant barrage of harassment.

Men, please, rise up and began to know your true identity. Start seeing yourself through eyes of honor and respect, not pride and selfishness.

I would love to write out wise words of true masculinity and identity but why, when it has been wonderfully written in this blog by Good Women Projectin how some men see and call forth truth, identity and true masculinity.

Please take some time to read this!

www.goodwomenproject.com/from-the-men/who-we-really-are

I want to say thank you to all the men that have shown me and other women that not all men behave, react or think this way.

Guys, I believe in you. I believe that your heart truly wants to honor women and yourself. I believe that there are many of you out there that aren’t afraid of women and love and treat us as valued human beings.

And women, please don’t stay silent anymore. And stop making excuses for the men that harass you. You’re worth more than that. 

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