Broken Sparrow

I have my faults, Cant you see? The noise halts. To hear my plea.   I want you to hear, What I have to say. So come near, Dont run away.   “Why don’t you listen?” I yell, I scream. It feels like I’m in a prison. Maybe it’s all...

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Shame

At our thirty day Assessment Center, we are on the front lines of the battle against sex trafficking. The initial work to be done is getting them to feel safe and be still.  These women are in fight or flight survival mode and for the first time, in perhaps years or...

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Our Father

“Our Father in Heaven, hallowed be thy Name”. Our Father, how do we really look at our Father? What does our Father really mean? Especially when we don’t know how to look at a father because our biological father has failed us. Either, they were never around, or they were...

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Control vs. Compromise

Women who have been trafficked are controlled by their trafficker.  Their daily schedule, earnings and meals are dictated and determined by their pimp.  They are under constant scrutiny. “When you are being trafficked time freezes, you know your life stops,” a Sparrow once told me. The Sparrows learned how to...

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It’s All Relative

It’s the night before I go into the safe house for a week long rotation. I went on a date tonight, and while it was sweet, I drive home consumed with the normal-ness of it compared to the life I face tomorrow. The life that’s completely different than the last...

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