When her head hit the pillow tonight I wonder what she was thinking. I wonder if she could figure out her emotions…was she scared? Exhausted? Happy? Confused?
Did she feel free?
I hope she feels free. The freedom to sleep. The freedom to eat. The freedom to live. To sleep in a safe place now.
Freedom is SO much of a gift and even more so when someone has experienced the darkness of bondage.
The beauty of this rescue from child slavery runs deeper. It runs SO much deeper than I could have ever hoped for or imagined. Why? Because God is MOVING. He is teaching and people are learning.
Our sweet and sassy friend and employee here, found out her sister who she hadn’t seen in almost 5 years was living as a restavek in the next town over. As she found out more and more about her situation she knew she had to do something. She discussed the situation with another one of our friends and coworker, Tachi. As Tachi encouraged her to take action, she came to me to discuss the situation.
Sadly, a typical situation for a restavek. She woke up between 3 and 4:00am…washed the car, made coffee and breakfast, packed the other kids lunches and walked them to school…came home and cleaned, did laundry, cooked and ran errands…she would be up until almost 11:00pm doing all of this work.
As she expressed her concern about this terrible situation for her sister, I could FEEL the Lord working. I looked at her and asked, “So, what do you think we should do?” Praying silently, I could feel her spark flaring as she said clearly, “She can’t stay in that situation any more, I have to get her out, even if I rent a house and she lives close to here, I have to get her. But I want her to go to school too, can she go to your school?” Smiling at her righteous anger, I said…”Go get her and bring her back here…you know we have room!”
As we discussed the situation about 16 year old Diana, the story got a little more disturbing. We learned that the wife is actually in the states now having her baby and that because of this we might not be able to get her birth certificate since they were holding her captive using it as a means to keep her from running away. Finally, we decided that it was more important for her to get released without her Birth Certificate then to stay just for a piece of paper.
As Diana walked into our house this afternoon, God kept shouting one word. FREEDOM.
I hope she feels free. The freedom to sleep. The freedom to eat. The freedom to live. To live in a safe place, now.