Years ago, I spoke with friends about praying against human trafficking and the unseen issues tied to it. Each day, as I drove, I prayed, asking the Lord to reveal things to me—even through the semi-trucks I passed. My intuition sensed when something was mistaken.
I once shared with others about praying over FedEx Ground. Some laughed, dismissing it as unrealistic. Yet, a month later, a FedEx Ground truck was stopped for transporting children into a human trafficking operation.
As I’ve studied this horrific crime, one thing has become clear: in trafficking children, nothing is impossible.
In my second book, Sara, a Princess in the Making, I open with the story of Sara, a five-year-old sold by her mother for drugs. The story will continue in Sara’s Homecoming, set to release in 2025, which will reveal more about God’s intervention in Sara’s life and those around her. This new installment focuses on protecting innocent children trapped in circumstances beyond their control.
Over the years, I’ve seen things and watched movies on these tough subjects. It no longer surprises me when what I write as fiction turns into fact.
In Sara’s Homecoming, Sara’s mother, Christine, who has overcome addiction, is now fighting human trafficking in her town while searching for her daughter. As a school counselor, she logs onto Facebook and sees a post from a mother, enthusiastically sharing her child’s first day of school—complete with the teacher’s name and classroom details. Christine looks out the window at the school parking lot and notices several unfamiliar cars.
The child is being auctioned on the dark web. Traffickers are bidding on the child, and the school has become a battlefield.
I know this happens, which is why I post each year, urging mothers to stop sharing such details online. Don’t share the school, teacher, or classroom—and avoid using your child’s name. As a parent, I once posted a picture of my daughter by a spruce tree in our yard back in 1996. I never imagined how relevant that warning would become today.
I have another book on hold, exploring how human trafficking has grown from targeting children to targeting adults, and how isolated events in one place connect to larger consequences elsewhere. One scene shows a character blowing up a bridge in a forgotten town, with impact felt in Washington, D.C.
The idea came from a conversation my husband and I had one night. When I touched on certain movements, like the undercurrents within BLM, my husband asked me to stop. Yet, since putting the book aside, I’ve watched those very things unfold. And let me be clear—I’m not a conspiracy theorist. But it’s undeniable that everything happening around us is linked to human trafficking. It has become thetop economic event in the world.
I’m just one person, living as simply as I can, but I can’t help noticing how much continues to unfold around us.
Years ago, I dreamt I entered an office where a computer screen displayed the names of every child caught in human trafficking. I walked up, pulled the plug, and the screen went black. A figure stood beside me—I believe He was the Holy Spirit. He told me I had killed the movement. Human trafficking was over.
May that dream become a reality.
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