They are all Someone’s Daughters

This is not a Mother’s Day post about happy things: bouquets of flowers, gifts of chocolate, homemade greeting cards.

It is a post about a horrific practice going on in the heart of this fair land–the practice of sex slave trafficking of young girls and women.  Girls who are all someone’s daughter. 

Last month I attended a workshop given by Nicol Epple from The Ladies of Virtue Foundation in Pennsylvania.  She shared a burning desire to bring light into the dark places where Sex Slave Trafficking is taking place.  I was overwhelmed with the information, astonished, really that the practices she spoke of were going on in our fair land. 

I felt helpless in the face of the statistics and information to do anything about it. Then I realized I CAN do something.  I can tell YOU, and together we can spread the light.

God’s heart aches for the girls and women, someone’s daughter, that are trapped in the practice of sex slave trafficking in the U. S. of A. Daughters without mothers who are desperate and alone.

In my backyard~Seattle~the practice is rampant. We are a port city and along the corridor of a major freeway. There are more than tires and couches and toys that travel in those trucks up and down the coast. Women are trafficked, too, like a commodity.  

A powerful work against this darknness is REST ministries, also here in Seattle.  Real Escape from the Sex Trade has made a difference in the lives of hundreds of women, but there are thousands more.

The statistics speak for themselves.                                                                                                                       

REST ministries is a valuable information resource–if nothing else you can read and be informed then TELL SOMEONE ELSE about these daughters….and find a way to help.

Women who ARE rescued from this practice need healing–a life long process.  The trauma is so deep and the horrors so unspeakable they may not be able to process what’s happened to them.
Engaging in the arts–dance, painting, drawing can help.

My friends Curtis and Grace Romjue, also of Seattle, have also decided to ‘do something they love about about something they hate’. As musicians and artists, they formed a small work to help women coming out of the trafficking industry, and it their reach and work is growing.

You can read about the work of First Aid Arts here:

The work of The LOV Foundation can be found here.

Will you visit these sites when you can, read, pray and maybe give?

Instead of buying flowers and chocolate this weekend, 
maybe send a gift in a mom’s name?  

The mom will thank you, guaranteed.  And so will these daughters who need help out of the darkness.
Photo of Grace and Curtis Romjue by the Author, December 2014

Linking with Jemelene Wilson and Kaylie Hodges while we join our voices about this unlikely Mother’s Day topic.

4 thoughts on “They are all Someone’s Daughters

  1. Such horror, pain, and suffering. How God's heart must ache to see such atrocities among His children on earth. Thank you, Jody, for your heartfelt message. I WILL pray–for the girls and women, for the perpetrators, for those in position to help.


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