For the Girls and Women Who Didn’t Get to Choose Their Life as It Currently Exists “You think you had a choice?” I ask, staggered. She looks at me, then looks away. She starts to cry. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t want it.”* I wrote this month for Threads of Compassion in honor and support of victims of sex-trafficking. It's just one infinitesimal step toward helping heal the overwhelming post-traumatic stress in victims.Read my poem and learn more about Survivors' Ink here.Please share as you are able. Many [...]
[visibility show=”desktop, tablet, mobile-landscape, mobile-portrait”]If you’ve been around this site for a while, you already know that sex trafficking is on my mind. A lot.[/visibility] Especially child sex trafficking. It’s simply something that ought never be. I’m as passionate about that as I am about giving women the tools to thrive and think biblically and theologically about their toughest life questions. Hm. Probably more passionate, when it comes to what really gets me and moves me to tears, every time, without fail. Today, though, I wanted to brag on my husband, David Eastman, and tell you about something he participated in this week.