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White snow in the red light district.

I can’t believe it’s Wednesday already. The past few days have been so busy it feels like I’m only stopping to sleep and then it’s morning again. But it’s been good, and hopefully I’ll get into a bit of a flow (and then suddenly the course will be over).

The course...it’s been a fantastic week. All about prophetic justice and focus and foundation having to be in God. A lot stuff I’ve believed and am passionate about, but also some tweaks that have been really good. God is a God of justice and true justice can only come from Him. The speaker was brilliant in what and how she shared and I have lots to process and go deeper in, and it’s only Wednesday!!! Apart from the teaching, there are work duties to do, coffee breaks to be had, small group, walking, bonding with people...it’s busy. But good, but I need to pace myself and use wisdom as well (note to self to not forget this point).

This afternoon I went out to visit the women behind the windows in the Red Light District with the women’s ministry. We go out in pairs and bring coffee and tea for the ladies and men, and if some want to chat we chat with them. It’s very powerful, yet so respectful of their boundaries. These people have had their boundaries broken and distorted so much we want to show so much respect to them. Today was my first time and I really could feel God’s heart for the women and men we interacted with. What they do and where they are does not define who they are. They are real people with real stories and are just going on this journey called life the best way they know how. I am still processing this afternoon...but I think that even from the small glimpse I got today, I know a little bit more of what God feels when He looks at the Red Light District, not just as a place of darkness, but as a place of people who are really broken and really lost who He loves so much.

As we were leaving the Red Light District it was snowing, and I just thought of how the red blood of Jesus washes all our sins white as snow.

Then this evening a group of us went to a cafe next to where we’re living for one of the girl’s birthday and I’ve just gotten back from hanging out and laughing a lot. I love that I don’t have to carry what I saw this afternoon, but that Jesus carries the burden of the brokenness and darkness in the Red Light District. And I love that God is also a God of joy and even created laughter.

I love how diverse God is and that today I have lived experiencing different facets of who He is.

It’s been a good day.

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