It's taken me a few days to write this one sentence because I can't think of anything else to say. I've had a few people ask me, "So how was Thailand?" and my response was, "It was, Thailand". It's exhausting, going into detail, about what the girls experience on a day to day basis and the over stimulation of ads, music, and sounds.
You know how when little kids cover their eyes and pretend to disappear and because they can't see you, they automatically think you can't see them either? I guess the little girl in me thinks that if maybe I don't talk about it, then girls who work the streets day in and day out aren't really working the streets, they're living a life like mine. Naive, I know.
But, as thankful as I am, that I live in this country where I have any and every opportunity to become who I want to be, where freedom is not only a right but the only way I know how to live my life, and where my mother would do anything before she ever allowed me to sell my body to support our family, I can't help but think of the girls on Soi 4, Nana Plaza, and Soi Cowboy. What about them? As I wake up every morning in the Land of the Free, to my family who loves me so much they would never allow me to disgrace myself, what about the girls on the other side of the world?
Where did everything go wrong? And what do I do now?
What do you do with your life now once you've seen oppression with your own eyes? What do you do with the friendships you've made? What do you do with the experiences you've gained and learned from?
Psalm 37:7 Be still in the presence of Lord and patiently wait for him to act.
How reassuring, Be still in the presence of the Lord. God has always been with me and he is now with some of these girls who decided to trust in Him and I've learned from this trip that a little light shines very brightly in the mist of complete darkness. Someone once told me that when it seems like God isn't doing anything, is when He's doing the most work. God is so good.
*I have uploaded video under Soi Cowboy's Christmas party's blog post*
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