The Children

I don't remember the date of the dream.  I haven't been able to place it in my journals but I'm pretty sure it was the end of 2007 or maybe the beginning of 2008.  I have had a number of experiences over the past few years that I would describe as dreams or visions that I believe were from God, but this was by far the most intense.  

I remember being  inside a house.  I had a sense there were other adults in the house, and there was a room partitioned off by a curtain.  I remember seeing a makeshift bed and in the bed were three children.  I wondered at first why they were all huddled under the covers.  They were awake and very still. I began to feel their numbness.  It was as if what they had to bear was too much for their little minds and so they switched it off.  I realized they were not allowed out of the room, and they weren't allowed out of the bed.  Then I knew that they were being abused--and held against their will, though most of their will seemed to have died. There were two girls and a boy.  I saw the eyes of the little boy.  The light had gone out of them.  He was looking at me as if he was asking me to help them.  Their need to be helped was so intense I awoke with a thunderclap of awareness.

This vision was so real and so strong that as I awoke, though I didn't know if I believed in such a thing, I considered the possibility that these children were real and somehow were calling to me to help save them.  So I began by praying through that and for them to be helped if that were the case.  As I got some distance from the dream, I began to believe more that the children in my dream were symbolic of a larger reality of so many who are being harmed.  At the time I did not know much about sex trafficking, but I began to pray for children who were being abused.