It’s the end of the month and I feel like I keep saying the same thing over and over. Trafficking sucks. I love Nepal. It’s prevalent there. I want to do something about it.
Now, what does that look like? I honestly don’t know. For years, I’ve dreamed about starting a women’s ministry. One that uses the story of Don Quixote and Dulcinea (Aldonza). Something that helps these girls see they are loved and valued even if they don’t share those same feelings. Something that shows them hope for future opportunities and a full life, despite what they’ve been through.
There would be training, because empowerment is a far better solution than a simple rescue-op and setting them free into a foreign life after being oppressed in a trafficking situation. Uncertainty-management theory suggests victims are likely to return to the trafficked lifestyle for fear of what lies beyond that world (Thank you, Comm Theory). There would also be counseling, because let’s be real, we all need counseling. Patience, love, grace, support. An open and honest community. books, resources, time and space to process and heal. I really believe this is key. Everyone is going to handle things differently. It’s a process. a journey that each person needs to go on themselves, with the love and support of others.
These ideas are just ideas. Nothing is in place. It may just be a dream for the rest of my life, I’m not sure. The more I look into organizations and what is currently being done, I see there are so many good NGOs out there. The more I work at a start up nonprofit, the more confident I become that it must be a calling. The more I think about this dream, the less sure I am.
DQ and Dulcinea were a huge part of my process. I fell in love with their story and can see myself in it. It’s like one of those books or movies you love dearly. You know the one you want everyone in the world to see and love….but they don’t. They come up with all sorts of faults or say it’s just okay, or sit on their phone the whole time you’re watching it. It’s super disappointing. And your instinct is to protect this thing that you love so you don’t have to go through the disappointment again with someone else.
Maybe this is what I’m feeling. Or maybe it’s not the right time for the dream. Or maybe that dream was to get me through a season of life. I honestly don’t know, but that’s where I’m at and I’m okay with it. It may not take the form of a full-fledged nonprofit. It may be purely online, one on one, visual, or written. I have no idea. But I’m thankful God shared this redemptive story with me a good five years ago. This nonprofit vision helped me see a purpose for my story.