Marty's Daily Diary #5
"Thank you God, Thank you."
As usual we all headed off to Rahab's House just after 7 and when we got there, grandpa was standing guard at the door and Clay had those scrummy coffees ready and waiting, and the kids appeared soon after. Having prayed we decided which jobs needed done and who was going to do what. I went upstairs with Barb and Kit to start some painting in the front room. Sunshine Yellow, but it looks sooo good. Bright, warm, welcoming, and most importantly it is completely away from the sordid pink that permeated the place.
The paint is water based and when we started it looked as if we had a disaster on our hands. There appears to be a white chalk-like filler on the walls beneath the old paint and as soon as we applied any pressure to the walls with the paint roller huge chunks of stuff were coming off and leaving a right mess. But I was convinced that if we could get a coat of paint on the walls it would act as a sealer and prepare the walls for a second coat. I ploughed on and got one coat on in the front room and by the end of the day, it is drying nicely and looks ready for tomorrow.
Just outside the upper front room, at the head of the stairs is a concrete shower area. I have included a photo of what this looked like on Monday. This is where the girls where showered. This awful concrete thing stood directly outside the pink room where a virgin was taken and also pornography was shot. (I really can't believe I wrote that and that I was standing in it today) Well, this afternoon I had the holy privilege of painting that shower area. The pink is gone.
I was sweating buckets but I continued to paint as I thought about the disgusting and inhumane acts that had occured in and around that shower. I praised and worshipped God for allowing me to accomplish this task.
But then I met an angel. Clay told us that some of the girls from ARC where coming so we needed to clean up and prepare to leave. All of us where nervous. What would we say? What should we do? How would we react? Then they arrived and walked in to the place which is soooo different from the last time they saw it last week. They said hello and introduced themselves to us and we to them. They all could not have been much older than early teens and they glowed. One girl, Hanna, (this is not her real name but to protect her I have decided not to use her name here.) spoke some English and she shone with pleasure and innocent beauty. These girls were rescued from brothels, some definately from Rahab's House in 2003. Was Hanna one of the girls from RH? Did she endure the horror of upstairs? I am sick to my stomach with the thought that she had to stand in that shower, and perhaps endured that pink hell. I want to scream out to the men who forced her to do such evil acts. I want to swear and to be honest I have this week but I won'y on this diary. BUT then I see Hanna's eyes - what an angel! She is smiling. She is being cared for. She is safe. She is discovering true love, unconditional love. Praise God. Thank you God for allowing me the privilege to meet one of your angels. Thank you for rescuing her.
I am so looking forward to the remaining days of work in RH. All my pain, tiredness and thoughts are now in a whole new perspective. Hanna and the others are worth everything I am doing. They are all angels!
Marty
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