Now that I know her name, Everything has changed

by Hannah W., DTS student

 

Her name is not Prostitute.

Before I met Evita, it was so easy to pray for a person I didn’t know, a situation I wasn’t familiar with, a street I’d never seen. So easy to wrap up with “amen” and get the sleep I looked forward to all day. I was like a blindfolded archer – desperate to meet the mark in my prayers, but not willing to look at the target.

But now I know her name.

Evita has two daughters — one who was taken from her and one who went willingly.

Evita wants to provide for them, but that’s a luxury she cannot afford.

Evita is incredibly funny.

Evita remembers when the best Latvian restaurant had an arcade on the second floor. She enjoys dancing but is in need of a dance partner who can keep up. She likes the color pink. She has a beautiful laugh. She struggled with drugs but God set her free.

Now she’s walking out the door and heading back to the street.

Praying and moving on just got a whole lot harder to do. How can this be her life? The weight of her reality overwhelms me and discouragement creeps into my soul. But then I remember my God, my Hope, my Light, my Healer, my Renewer. He is also her Hope, her Light, her Healer, her Renewer. I fire back at the lies that would say otherwise.

Yes, getting to know Evita was hard on my heart, but now my prayers have a direct target and I’m pulling back my bow.

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