One of my favorite things is listening to peoples’ stories. To learn something new about someone, to hear about life exeriences, to share a journey with someone, to understand what brought one to the place they are now…in these moments I am humbled.
This is when I sit back and thank God for every amazing story. Each person has been stretched in ways I can only imagine.
Yesterday we were able to take a Tuk-Tuk ride (a little moto with a wagon like thing on the back) to Open Arms here in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. As we walked in we were welcomed with a huge hug from the fouder, Sandra, felt refreshed, this place was beautiful.
They have a home called Alabaster, that was inspired by the song: Alabaster box by CeCe Winans, where young girls and women who are sex- trafficked victims, can come off the street to take a shower, clean up, eat, sleep, do their hair, and REST. It’s the place that they feel peace and loved righ where they are at…not needing to be anywhere else, not needing to be someone else but that no matter what they did yesterday, what they do tomorrow they have a place of rest and that they have an opportunity to turn their life around for a better, sustainable future.
Because they are worth it.
Tomorrow, they have their first girl from the alabaster house who is coming off the streets. She says she is done…she needs out..she needs a future. She has hope.
Open Arms is a place where God is first, they teach that they are unconditionally loved and they have a future and hope apart from the sex trade; the life they only know. They have the opportunity to become amazing chefs, bakers, and hair dressers! We got to taste some of the delicious food and see the beauty school/ education center and salon where they were doing hair, nails, and massage. Such a beautiful place. The young girls are beautiful.
It all began because a husband and wife knew they were made for Big things. Bigger things they even knew themselves.