Monday the Lord told me to make a huge pot of chicken soup. Since I was gifted two whole chickens a couple weeks ago, this didn’t seem like a coincidence. So, I pulled one out of the freezer and on Tuesday my pot was on the stove ready to simmer all day.
While I was chopping carrots, the Lord told me why He had me making soup and my heart melted.
My special dancer from the strip club Saturday night told me she’s now living in a hotel. And she also gave me her phone number. The Lord revealed the way to her heart was a home cooked meal and a mother’s love. Sure enough, she agreed to let me stop by.
I prayed all night, having several of my prayer warriors in agreement that the enemy would not stop this meeting from happening, as he has with all the other girls.
“Not this one!” I pleaded.
VICTORY!
I went to the hotel room today with chicken soup and homemade brownies in tow and spent several hours with her, being gentle, supportive and loving.
My sweet 19-year-old girl lost her mother two years ago and is an orphan. When I saw her last Saturday, she said “where have you been? I haven’t seen you.” I nearly gasped. That’s the impression Jesus had left through me last December.
After talking and eating, I gave her a ride to pay some bills and to the adult store/sex shop to get some new shoes for work as hers had broken the night before.
I checked with the Lord as I knew she was testing my resolve, and He gave me the grace to go.
In the shop, I prayed and left unscathed, much to her surprise. I’ve been in those shops a hundred times and I wasn’t phased.
On the way back to the hotel to drop her off, I shared my life with her. Life in a cult, the countries I’ve lived in, the abuse I’ve endured, why I got into sex work, and getting saved by Jesus in London.
Back in her room, I left her a copy of my book and told her I’d be stopping by more often with home cooked meals. She was more loved and felt more safe than she has in years, if ever. I drove off with my car smelling of weed.
Is she still stripping? Yep.
But seeds were planted in December and I will water them as devotedly as I did with my houseplants when I was a Pagan. That’s Jesus. That’s who He came for and defended.
I cried out in worship tonight. Grateful for this time of Jewish Passover when the Israelites were delivered from captivity, just as I was delivered from 40 years of captivity.
Jesus rescued me so He could send me out into the deep dark harvest and help rescue others.
He ALWAYS goes after the ONE and so will I. Jesus, you have my “Yes!”
Even when it hurts, I’ll go. Even when it looks hopeless, I’ll persevere. Even when it makes no sense, I’ll obey.
You are worthy of it ALL. I deserved nothing and You gave me everything. I am Yours.
The brokenhearted ones are coming HOME.