While by God's grace, many victims of sex trafficking have been recovered, the reality is that many don't make it. Veronica's story is short, but tragically, not out of the ordinary. The devastating truth is that more girls die than live. Reading these stories every day hits that reality home constantly for me. Sometimes, I just want to grab somebody by the shoulders and scream "people are dying! please help!"
I hate this project because I hate that it's necessary. I hate what these girls are dealing with. As I push my body beyond the limits for which it was designed, I hate knowing that the pain is nothing to the pain I am working to abolish, and I hate that I am so weak to even call it pain. I hate that Veronica had to die for something so stupid.
But do you know what? I love that there is a God who can give hope, and I love that he is sovereign over all things. I love that he is in every step... every step that i take, and every step that Veronica tool. Though I can't end slavery, he can, and I praise him for using me to do it. I pray that I bring honor to Veronica and her family, and I humbly and passionately continue to run as an ambassador for my sisters who have lost their lives to the sex trade.
The oppressor will come to an end,
and destruction will cease;
the aggressor will vanish from the land.
In love a throne will be established;
in faithfulness a man will sit on it—
one from the house of David—
one who in judging seeks justice
and speeds the cause of righteousness.
Praise Jesus for being the one from the house of David who sits on the throne in faithfulness.
6.00 miles for Vernoica.
137.95 miles to date.
G.Q., N.H., and S.O.
Because He first loved me,