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“Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed. Rescue the weak and needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked.” Psalm 82:3-4
Pray For My Mother
By Leslie Weehunt
One of our favorite places to visit is a shelter on the edge of a red light district in India.
In this shelter live boys and girls who have been sent to safety by courageous mothers. These mothers had been trafficked at ages no older than their own children. They are now desperately trying to protect their children from the lives none of them got to choose… a life of sexual slavery.
Like any mother, these mothers do not want their children to be preyed upon. They want their children cared for and educated…. protected. These brave mothers release their children to the shelter, knowing that no matter what may happen to them, their children will have a chance in life to play like a child, go to school, eat daily, and live without the fear that stalks them hour by hour.
The children at the shelter receive all the things mentioned above, and they experience the gift and love of Jesus Christ. They pray for their mothers daily.
On one of our visits (we were just a small group) my husband Dwayne, my teenage son – Noah, our adult daughter – Hannah, our pastor from the US, and I were singing with the kids, laughing and just sitting around visiting.
I watched Dwayne and our pastor sitting in the middle and children surrounding them, leaning on them, vying for their attention with funny antics and stories. I love these times … I love these children.
It touches my heart at how attracted these children are to a father’s heart as they edge closer to my husband – closer and closer until they can touch his arm or lean on him just as his own children have done all their lives… the assurance of safety, protection and love and care.
As I was chatting with a couple of the older girls who were helping to care for everyone, I kept watching the playing and fun beside us. Then one young girl approached Dwayne with a small picture in her hand. She leaned on his shoulder and showed it to him. The group seemed to quiet and give her the moment, as a sobering silence fell over the room.
He asked the young girl if that was a picture of her mother. She nodded yes and then said, “Will you take this picture and pray for my mom?”
I could tell both he and our pastor were holding back tears. He replied, “Is this the only picture you have of her?”
She again nodded yes and said, “I want you to have it so you won’t forget to pray for her.”
So often these children do not fully understand what has happened to their moms, but they have felt the fear. Many have felt the abuse and beatings. They know their moms are not happy. They know their mothers need rescuing.
As a mother of four, I know the heart determination to keep my children safe. Over the years, with every decision, their health and safety have been my foremost concern. I can only imagine the desperation that leads a mother to give up the daily love and care of her children to someone else. The pain of being separated is outweighed daily by the desire to let their children be children: children that play and eat and go to school. The longing to hold their children is outweighed by the drive to protect them at all cost.
The courage and love these mothers have is evident…
It is a holy moment when those children begin to pray and “storm heaven” for their mothers. The rise of young voices crying freedom over their mothers trapped in slavery in the streets below is a prayer that I know Jesus holds dear.
Dwayne replied with the photo in his hand, “Why don’t we pray together for her right now. And I will remember to keep praying for her and for you. I do not need the picture to remind me. You keep it.” Then together they began praying for this precious daughter’s mother.
That moment was such a precious gift to observe. Each of the boys and girls in the shelter carry a burden for his/her mother. A sigh of relief could be felt across the room when this girl shared hers. A burden shared is always lighter, and to fathers who are willing to stop and embrace these crying hearts as they cry out, the experience is beyond words.
While they were praying, our daughter Hannah captured the picture above. It now hangs in our office.
There is a refuge…. a shelter where a group of children who do not understand the daily bravery and sacrifice of their mothers, are praying daily for them to come out of slavery so they can live with them again.
I am so thankful for this place of safety. I am so thankful for those who give of their lives to serve these children and protect these children I am thankful that my heart gets to join with these precious children and pray for the mothers who are still trapped, may they know freedom and the love of Jesus!
I ask Jesus to let those sweet children feel the burden lighten, knowing that others are also praying with them. I am thankful that I have the assurance of God’s Word that Jesus is interceding on their behalf…
Hebrews 7:25, “…since He always lives to make intercession for them.”
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