I guess I’m making up for lost time. Here is another heart-wrenching update, this one written by Jaime, another beautiful young lady on the team. Lord keep Jaime strong as she reaches out through her own personal heartbreak and touches the lives of the ladies on the street with Your love that shines so brightly through her.
She was the girl we met the very first time I went out with the 70x7 prostitution street ministry. She was a white girl. Short hair. Eerily familiar. She was on my side of the van so my window was down and as Donna prayed for her, I just stared at her. Deep desperation ran through her eyes. Broken. Exhausted. Waiting for the next hit. But I KNEW her. How?
We parted ways, she went one way and we drove another way. The moment we hit the end of the street I knew, she was friends with my brother. My brother, who almost two years ago, died of a heroin overdose. My brother, raised in Troy, Michigan - as suburbs as they come. They were friends. I thought to myself, there is no way. She looked too different. Way too different. I graduated with her brother. Good friends with her brother actually. I knew the heavy set, bleached out hair girl. Not the short brown haired, skinny girl wearing raggedy clothes and an old pair of tennis shoes. My heart broke. I was so shook up.
Last night we went out again. When we finished Lindsey and I were not ready to be done, so we got dropped at our cars and went out again. Before this happened we prayed and asked God to show us specific things we needed to know about the people we should find. Our treasure hunt. Among other things REUNITE was on our list . We stopped at a coney island to find a “bridgette” on our list. No dice. So we drive on our way and just outside the coney island is a woman waiting to be bought. We were going to stop and noticed it was the crazy lady we prayed for earlier so Lindsey said, “keep driving.” Then we see the girl next to her. Grey ragged shirt, brown scraggily hair, a huge mess. I thought to myself and maybe out loud, “Wait, is that a boy or a girl?” She turns to face us and my immediate response out loud was, “Oh crap , she’s the one.” Lindsey thinking nothing says, “Hi! We are from the prayer van, we don’t have food but we would like to pray for you.”
I’m looking into her eyes and my heart is pounding and my hands shaking. Before she answers Lindsey, I look her in the eyes and I point, “What is your last name?” Without hesitation she answers me with the last name I expected to hear. I almost lost it. I fumbled for my seat belt, dropped some choice words, covered my mouth as I cannot believe what just came out of it and ran around the back of my car to her.
I look her dead on and with a hand over my heart I say, “I am Jaime Davis. I am Mark Davis’s sister.”
“Oh. Crap,” She says. Her heart sinks. My heart sinks. I grab her and pull her away from the car and we hug forever it seemed. She cried. I cried. My whole body shook. I couldn’t even believe who I was holding in my arms, rubbing her back, feeling her boney spine with my hand.
“How are you? Does your family know what’s happening? Are you working the streets? How are you? How are you? Tell me everything”
She explains she’s been waiting for her girlfriend for over an hour now. She hasn’t come back yet. She is planning on going to rehab in a couple days. She spoke with her family not too long ago and sometimes she works the streets. She has to. There is no other way. We get in my car and I pray some more for her. We talk. ”Do you want to be free from this?”
After Lindsey asks about the relationship she had with my brother she told us, “He was the first person I got high with.”
Followed by a mumbled
“It was the hardest funeral I’ve ever been too.”
We prayed for her. We prayed the chains of addiction would be broke. The scars on her arms would be gone. Every area she ever stuck a needle would be healed in the name of Jesus. The blood in her body would run clean and Jesus would replace it with His. That She would never desire another high. That she would have the strength to walk away and to get on the plane to South Dakota and start fresh. That this night would be the first day of the rest of her life. We called out the destiny and purpose for her life.
We prayed three times with her and every time we were done she was wiping away her tears. Lindsey told her she had a vision as we prayed the last time of her living in a nice house, with a family and a husband, with money. That blessings are coming her way.
Lindsey gave me twizzlers I never even intended to eat. And so she, starving, gladly accepted our twizzlers with a, “yeah I want those, I’m fu**ing starving.” She got out of the car. I hugged her again, “I Love you. If you need anything call me. Today is a new beginning, I fully believe that.” As we drove away, Lindsey looks at me with brokenness and says, “How does someone from Troy, Michigan end up in a place like this??”
Today as I was praying for her, this verse came to me, Hosea 2:14
“Therefore, behold, I will allure her,
and bring her into the wilderness,
and speak tenderly to her.”
And 15 continues to say,
“And there I will give her her vineyards
and make the Valley of Achore a door of hope.
And there she shall answer as in the days of her youth,
as at the time when she came out of the land of Egypt.”
Verse 14 is hers. If you read this, that is what you pray over her. She will walk out of the darkness. Lindsey told me last night that me REUNITING with her gives her hope beyond belief. It reminds her of what will happen if she doesn’t get clean. My brother’s memory will be a lasting impression of why she needs to get better. My brother through his weakness can be her strength.
Lord give her the strength to move on. Supernaturally intervene. This God - His way is Perfect.
“Blessed shalt thou be when thou comest in, and blessed shalt thou be when thou goest out.” Deut.28:6