She sat by the window, her head throbbing harder than before. The glass in front of her had been shattered and stained causing her view of the outside world to be almost unrecognizable. Despite the filth that covered the view she pressed her face against it, hoping to find a small crack where she might be able to see something besides the walls that surrounded her. Besides, nothing could make her feel any dirtier than the way she felt inside anymore. With no luck, she slumped her back against the wall again. These walls had grown painfully familiar. The room, barely big enough for her to stretch out her legs in full, had quickly become her prison cell.


She figured she should try and get a couple of minutes rest before her next customer arrived. After all, a few minutes break might be the longest she would get today. Closing her eyes, her mind started to drift. Memories of her life before this were so distant she could hardly remember. What seemed like a couple of years ago now, she had been engaged to be married. Her fiancée and her didn't have much but they were excited to start their new life together.
Hoping to be of assistance, her mother in law had heard of a job being offered in a restaurant just across the border and thought it would be a great idea for them to start their life off together with a bit of support on the side. Without hesitation she had jumped at the opportunity, knowing it may have been their only chance to release their family from poverty and maybe start her own one day. Before she knew it she was on her way to the border but instead of being meet by her new boss, she instead was meet by a group of large men who took her passport, beat her and threw her in the back of a truck. She couldn't remember much more of that day and since then life had just been a blur.


Before she could allow her mind to return any further she felt a hand grab her arm and yank her from her daze. Pulling her down the hallway, he shoved her into another room and sat her on a chair in the corner. A second man turned and approached her with a needle. Remembering this same experience previous times before, she turned, hoping to find a route of escape. But it seemed that prior to her even having the thought, the man had already perceived her actions and held her down. His hands on her shoulders were ice-cold, the strength in his grip almost unbearable. She felt as though his hold was about to break a bone... again... and then she felt it, the painful jab in her arm causing her to both sweat and feel cold at the same time. She could feel the reflux rise in her throat but did her best to hold it down.


As soon as it was over, she was dragged back to her room and the next man was sent in. He smiled, turned toward her and pushed her up against the wall. She was exhausted, but knew if she didn't perform and give him what he wanted she would suffer even more later on.


By the time he was through she wanted to cry but the fear of showing any emotion held her back. Each one was the same, nothing made it any easier. Even after all this time she still felt the pain that came as each customer paid their fee, walked in and walked out without a second thought. The only idea that keep her going was the dream that maybe one day someone would hear her story. Maybe someone would care enough to stand up against this. Maybe someone would rescue her...


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then we have us.

and we all live on the same planet.

okay, since i promised(was coaxed by)a slit-eyed elephant on the grounds of "cause you're so forgetful" and compassion for "animals with reduced peripheral vision" that i would be diligent and focus, im gonna try my best very best to write down, or at least blog down on what God spoke to me through out the day, or simply just QT points for the day.



"With one sacrifice he made perfect forever those who are being made holy" - Hebrews 10:14

probably something which most of you have heard already, or perhaps have even sat through a teaching about it before. a great part of it made sense to me today though(God's wake up call?). i think an english teacher would probably frown upon Hebrews 10:14, not due to the content but from the blending of tenses(i was yet highly intrigued). i remember reading it a few times trying to capture the essence of what it meant.

Yet though the work of Christ is finished for the sinner, it is not yet finished in the sinner. - Donald G. Bloesch

What God did on that cross tends to sometimes be a little undermined dont you think? most of the time(at least for me) it is "oh the sacrifice on the cross? that's where Christ paid for our sins, once and for all." but it is so much more than that isnt it? What Christ did on that cross goes far beyond what He did for us, but also encompasses what He begins to do in us.

Positional sanctification: We are saved simply by knowing God(and what he did on that cross) for us.
Progressive sanctification: We are an ongoing work of the Holy Spirit. not working to save us; that which is already done, but working to change us.

Positional sanctification comes because of Christ's work for us.
Progressive sanctification comes because of Christ's work in us.

now this is the part that really struck me. i suppose many of us are perhaps guilty of leaning towards one aspect over the other. as for me it seemed like sometimes i seem to forget that of the later. perhaps feeling so saved that i dont serve as best i know i could? and so how can one's relationship with God mature compared to the day before if we don't see Christ working in us?

don't get me wrong though, im not saying we serve God so as to be saved; but rather serving God as a result of being saved. The mistakes that we make are lost in the perfection that hung on the cross, that's a done deal. but it's where we go from there/whom we head towards, that makes a christian Christ-like.



actually to be honest im quite glad i pennedfine, typed it out. it kinda brought things into perspective i suppose, and gave me a clearer picture. so.. try it?

i guess having slit-eyes dont warrant a narrow vision after all lol.

take some time to watch this? it's moved me beyond emotions.