For missions this year my team went to the Philippines. While in Davao, my team and I went out and did ministry in the Red Light District. While in the RLD, we prayed over women, interceded for the area, and filled the atmosphere with worship. As the night went on, my team member craved Balut, a Filipino delicacy that was being sold across the street. I walked over with my teammate after talking to the vendor and we found out she was a lady pimp. We were told about the relationships between these women and the prostitutes, and I felt in my spirit we needed to minister to not only the prostitutes but the lady pimps as well.
As my teammate talked to her, she opened up about her life. As she was speaking, I felt like the Holy Spirit began to convict her about the work that she was doing and she started confessing to us things about her life that were heavy on her heart. We continued to pray for her and the moment I put my hand on her shoulder, I got a word of knowledge that she had a son. I turned to the translator and asked to ask the woman if she had a son. The woman looked up to me with eyes filled with tears and confirmed that she had a son. I went on to ask if they had any issues between them and she began to cry. She told the translator that her son left the house and dropped out of school. She was worried about him and thought that he had even joined a gang. I felt to tell her that the holy spirit was saying that her son was going to turn around and come back to her because God was going to touch her life, but God was going to ask for something of her in return. God was asking her to give up something, and she knew exactly what it was. When the translator tells her this, she started to weep. The women with us in charge of the outreach said this is what they had been praying for.
She tried to tell me what she knew she had to give up, but I expressed that it was okay that I didn’t know and I honestly didn’t need to. I told her that God wants to help her change and that he is asking her to lay it all down at the cross. I told her that God was making things right with her son through this exchange. I also told her she could continue on living in the brokenness of the world or she could give it up and believe in Jesus who would change her life forever.
“What would you like to do?” I asked,
“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!” she replied with tears streaming down her face.
Our God is passionately running after His kids. Even in the darkest of places. He is not scared of the darkness for He knows the power of His light.#