When I Grow Up...

I will fight for kids who don't have a voice
and open my home to those who need one.

I will run a marathon and eat fudge for breakfast.

I jump on a plane and travel the world.

I will write a book for grown-ups,
and also a series for kids.

I will have a home on the beach and one in the mountains.

I'll sit on a porch swing with my love
and remember back on all the growing up.



Thanks for the idea Court. Love you!

Something Heavenly

It's time for healing time to move on
It's time to fix what's been broken too long
Time make right what has been wrong
It's time to find my way to where I belong
There's a wave that's crashing over me
And all I can do is surrender

(Chorus)
Whatever You're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but somehow there's peace
It's hard to surrender to what I can't see
but I'm giving in to something Heavenly

Time for a milestone
Time to begin again
Reevaluate who I really am
Am I doing everything to follow Your will
Or just climbing aimlessly over these hills
So show me what it is You want from me
I give everything I surrender...
To...

(Chorus)

Time to face up
Clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out
That I've wanted to say for so many years
Time to release all my held back tears

Whatever You're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but I believe
You're up to something bigger than me
Larger than life something Heavenly

Whatever You're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but now I can see
This is something bigger than me
Larger than life something Heavenly
Something Heavenly

It's time to face up
Clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out

By: Sanctus Real

A very sweet and dear mentor of mine sent me a text earlier. She told me that she was praying this song over me today. I couldn't help but post it for you to read. I hope that it inspires you to draw near to a God who wants more for you.

I think this is my favorite verse:

Time to face up
Clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out
That I've wanted to say for so many years
Time to release all my held back tears

That just sounds so heavenly to me, doesn't it to you?

Storing up My Teasures

These are my mommy treasures as of late.

-Seeing her sweet spirit develop as she grows into her great big heart.
-Watching her kiss her babies and tuck them in so gently.
-Seeing her love for music grow stronger as she learns songs, hums in the car and rocks out when Daddy plays guitar. (He says they have a "musical connection".)
-Hearing her say "please", "bless you" and "thank you" as she learns to mind her manners.
-Seeing how she captivates an audience so easily.
-Hearing her "read" a book to me.
-Watching the excitement on her face as she sees familiar things she loves. (Like a cookie!)
-Seeing her fight for attention, especially when Daddy kisses or hugs Mommy instead of her. :)
-Watching her be independent and hearing her tell me exactly what she wants with her different noises and pointing fingers only a mommy can understand.
-Watching her enjoy the simple things in life like flowers, bright colors and lights, rolly pollys, dancing and animals of all kinds.
-Allowing her to remind my adult heart that the simple things are worth enjoying in my fast paced world.
-Seeing her play pretend in Mommy's shoes, makeup and jewelry.
-Seeing her grow and learn each day that I am blessed enough to be called her Mommy.

"...But His mother treasured all these things in her heart." Luke 2:51

The future worth living for...

A child will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for. - Anonymous

Hope for the Darkness Pt. 4

by Christie Weehunt, 23
-India Office Liaison for Sower of Seeds International Ministries

Hope for the Darkness

He will help the oppressed, who have none to defend them…

• “73.7% of all girls trapped inside the brothel system must be rescued if they are to ever reach the outside world again.” –Kamala Sarup, Nepal correspondent with Lys Anzia, Women News Network

If the story were to end when we walked out of the district, I would be hopeless. I don’t want to see a need just to be better informed. I don’t want God to break my heart just for the sake of breaking it. I believe that there is a bigger purpose–that God allows us to see things not only for awareness, but because He invites us to be the solution.

God is moving in the red light district. He is rescuing, saving, healing and transforming. He will redeem the helpless. One way or another, His justice will cover them. He is already raising an army:

Former prostitutes.

Former madams.

Former pimps.

And you.

Vast darkness may seem overwhelming, but He is a very Big God. When His beloved is a shield for the powerless, even nations will quake with His glory.

For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. –Romans 8:38-39 (NASB)

To learn more about Red Light Rescue visit www.sowerofseeds.org/rescue.

Born Into Darkness Pt. 3

This one stirs my heart so...those sweet babies. Lord protect them, this just feels like too much.


Born Into Darkness
by Christie Weehunt, 23
India Office Liaison for Sower of Seeds International

Sexual slavery: a legacy none want to leave…

• Ninety-five percent of children of prostituted women will become prostitutes themselves. –Sheela Remedios, Project Child (via Robert I. Freedman, “India’s Shame: Sexual Slavery and Political Corruption are Leading to an AIDS Catastrophe,” The Nation, 8 April 1996)

On our way to the next brothel, there was a prostitute lying on a cot under a tent with her pimp at a table next to her. She had white medicine covering the open wounds all over her face. We couldn’t get details, but apparently something happened the night before. She lay in the fetal position while her child crawled around next to her.

In another brothel, a woman sat next to me on the floor, wearing a beautiful blue-flowered sari. This woman had sent her daughter to a home for children because she didn’t want her to grow up as a prostitute. When we prayed for her, one of our team (a mother too) hugged her and began wailing as the woman cried. They grieved together for her deep loss, one mother to another.

Children are everywhere in the district. I learned from our guides that the mothers often hide them under the bed or drug them to keep them quiet and safe during “work”. If not given to a home, most of the children will end up sexually abused themselves or trafficked into another brothel. The mothers are forced to raise their children in depravity, or give them to a home. For most of the women, their children are the only ones who have ever truly loved them. It is a painful dilemma.

Join with others to take the pledge to end this horrific form of slavery.

Trapped in the Darkness Pt. 2

I began to share a journey with you yesterday of a girl who traveled to a place most of us never even think about. Continue reading and praying with me. Pray that the kingdom of heaven would shine brightly on these sweet daughters.

by Christie Weehunt, 23
India Office Liaison for Sower of Seeds International

In the summer of 2009, a group from SOS dressed in Indian attire and entered Asia’s largest red light district to pray for the prostitutes working inside. Guiding us were several Indian women who minister daily to these forgotten daughters. What we saw on the streets and in the brothels was dark and horrible, but deeper still were the seeds of Christ, shining like lamps of hope. His eyes are on His precious ones, and He is hungry for their redemption.

The Victims
Trapped in the darkness…

• In Asia’s largest red light district, three square kilometers are home to an estimated 40,000 women working its 24 lanes, earning at least $200 million a year in revenue for their traffickers. They service up to 25 clients a day and make around $1.50.

Although young, the women carried ancient heaviness. As we prayed, each face expressed something different. The girl to my left was dressed in the classic skirt and tank top that many of the young prostitutes wear. She was from east India, maybe Nagaland or Shilong and looked to be around twenty-two. She cried the entire time we were there, but when we prayed for her, she sobbed. Looking into her eyes I could see both desperation and hope.

I thought about some of the stories I heard before we came—a girl with a large scar on her forearm where a client had paid to cut the skin off with a razor. Another whose pimp sent man after man to rape her until she gave in to his demand of walking the street for him. Girls kept in secret cages, beaten, starved, abandoned. The poverty in India is horrendous. Most of these women were from the poorest, most desolate slums where their families could not imagine a worse fate for them than the one they were born into. And yet, here they were…

One woman really caught my attention. She was about nineteen and had a black scarf with brightly colored stripes pinned tightly along her hairline, covering her hair. As she gazed, her eyes, lined with thick black cagel (coal eyeliner), revealed years of abuse and neglect. There was openness about her, but also the oppression of a seductive spirit. I could feel the spiritual battle going on for her soul.

I thought of the woman with the Alabaster jar–how overcome she must have felt when Jesus looked at her with love. In the midst of this brothel, with its curtained “rooms” and hollow inhabitants, I have never before felt a more real, tangible presence of Jesus. Even in the dark-stained eyes of this forgotten daughter, He was with her, like a warm, bright light. It was like He was physically standing next to her saying “This is my daughter. The world has forgotten about her, but I haven’t forgotten. I’m right here with her, right here as everyday she is mistreated. I see it all and I don’t leave for one second.”

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We ask for your commitment to pray for the rescue of girls trapped in slavery, being informed about issues related to trafficking and spreading the word that we are not powerless in the fight against slavery. — SOS Int'l