At this moment while I type, a young girl is being prepared for sexual slavery.  Her entire world is about to shatter.  At this moment, evil people are exchanging money.  Someone is preparing to defile her, to rob her innocence, and break her spirit.  She will never be the same.  At this moment. 

What if she was your daughter?  What is she was my daughter?  To what lengths would I go to find her?  To stop them?  How many people would I beg for justice?  How many calls would I make?  On how many doors would I bang until my knuckles bled? 

Nothing would stop me.  Nothing would silence me.  I would search for her, cry out for her, claw at anyone who stood in my way.  Until I collapsed, I would not stop seeking her, saving her, pouring myself out for her.

The little girl being broken as I type is terrified.  Alone.  Friendless.  Hopeless.  She’s not my daughter.  But she’s God’s daughter.  He loves her fiercely.  And He’s commissioned you and me to save her. 

In the time it’s taken me to write this post, several other young girls have lost their innocence.  Several other evil people have had their way.  Every 2 minutes a child is being prepared for sexual exploitation, and 2 children are sold every minute.  What would I want others to do if this was my child?  What does God want me to do for His child?

I am shattered for these children as the world looks the other way.  That’s a good place to start – total brokenness.  Now where to go from here?  Some friends of ours who we love and respect work with Love146, an organization committed to eradicating child trafficking.  Also, Tom Davis’ new fiction book, Priceless (available on Amazon for pre-order), handles this issue and Children’s HopeChest has an ever-expanding ministry to protect young girls from falling victim to trafficking.

Don’t do nothing.  How’s that for a double negative?  DON’T DO NOTHING!  We’ve done enough of nothing.  That’s why this despicable industry exists.  It’s overwhelming.  For me, too.  Start today with spending 5 minutes praying.  Just ask God, “What can I do?”  Visit a website.  I think the first thing we all have to get over is the instinct to cringe, squeeze our eyes shut, and put our fingers in our ears.  As I type this, I’m staring at pictures of my middle school girls.  Laughing, happy, innocent, beautiful.  What if it was one of them?  What if it was my daughter?  Or my son?  Let’s open our eyes, absorb the pain, and trust God to lead us into action for this precious kids.