Just a Stroll in the Park

She said she came to the park to walk and pray.

She wanted to take a trip to Bangkok and learn more about human trafficking. Her husband supported her. Her mother did not. After all, she already had two children of her own and a life and loads of responsibilities.

And that’s why she found herself at the park that day, a decision needed to be made.

As she walked, she spotted two, twenty-something guys sitting at a picnic table. God told her she needed to go talk to them.

She resisted. No way. She wasn’t the kind of crazy that walked up to random people in parks and blurted out, “God told me to talk to you.” Nope, not her.

But God kept whispering, go, go, and finally she caved. She unwillingly marched herself over to the picnic table.

“Hi, I think I’m supposed to talk to you. I’m a mom, and I’m not crazy. I came here to pray about a trip, and well, God told me to talk to you.”

Then the three of them laughed that nervous–kind-of-laugh.

“Well, where are you going on your trip?”

“Bangkok. It’s a trip about human trafficking.”

Awkward silence.

One of the twenty-somethings looked up.

“I was adopted. My real mother was from Bangkok."

And that’s the story. She went to Bangkok, and then she started big things for girls in our country, American girls, who have been involved in trafficking,

While I listened to her talk, two thoughts flew through my head. One, wow, and two, if I went to a park and God told me to go talk to someone, I’d probably just go get in my car.

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Linking with Jen and the girls.

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