The two-year AIM team we're going to support and the team in
the Hard Places Community have relationships with these women, teens, and
children. They know their stories. They have seen their pain firsthand. I can't
begin to comprehend what all they have seen and experienced since moving there.

The thing about the sex trade is that it isn't a something a
short term trip can stop. It takes people committed sacrificing everything, to
intentionally move into this community and live in amongst those trafficked. It
takes prayer... and more prayer... and after that... even more prayer. It takes
people willing to fight for the helpless, to live their faith in a world that
wants nothing to do with Him. It takes arms ready to encircle the hurting
child, hands painting the nails of a prostitute, and compassionate hearts,
broken and beating for the freedom of those they love. It takes an Almighty
God.

The missionaries in Southeast Asia are literally on today's front
lines.

The prospect of going and hearing these stories, seeing for
myself the horror that is going on just on the other side of the ocean, doesn't
excite me. I don't get a thrill from seeing pain. I'm not going for a few good
stories, tear jerking pictures, or a stamp in my passport. I'm going because of
those who have gone before- and are currently there. To support. Encourage. To
listen. To pray. To join those there for a short time in their ministry and
pour myself out as much as I can. And that excites me beyond words.