I’ve been transitioning into a new job over the past few weeks.
I’ve been in ministry since I graduated in 2013, but I recently accepted a support-based position at a Columbus anti-human trafficking organization called She Has A Name.
I can’t convey how much I’ve learned over a few short weeks. How to sit in a cubicle, for example. I had no idea how to do that.
The transition has been a lot of things. It’s been beautiful and challenging. Confusing and worthwhile.
Honestly, it’s been overwhelming at times. Overwhelming because there is so much brokenness in our world. The issue of human trafficking is deep and complex. It’s dark and misunderstood. It’s so many things. And it’s going to take more than me learning how to sit in a cubicle to end this fight.
Yesterday, I sat with a 5 inch (yes, 5 inch binder) filled with article upon article about human trafficking. Laws, stings, stories, opinions, information. I sat with this binder and read and highlighted and took frequent breaks because again, never sat in a cubicle before.
At some point between reading about a 2005 sting in Columbus and understanding the charges trafficking survivors often face legally, the lies started sinking in.
“You can’t do this.” “Why do you think you can play a role in this community?” “You don’t know enough.” “You aren’t strong enough.” “You’re a fake and a phony and you will never be a part of this fight.” "They see straight through you. No one wants you here."
In that moment, I looked to the desk on my right, our Program Director had this verse plastered on the gray fabric wall.
“You did not choose Me, but I chose you and appointed you so that you might go and bear fruit.” John 15:16
THIS. It isn’t about me. It isn’t about my skills or qualifications or my score on the enneagram test. It isn’t about my knowledge of laws and procedures. It isn’t even my ability to love a survivor well.
It’s about Jesus. His Kingdom. His Story. His story of how He redeeming this world and making all the wrong right. It’s about Him choosing to let me step into this story.
In that moment, I felt a different kind of overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with how gracious our God is. He reminded me that His heart beats for freedom and that he chose me and allowed me to play a role in pursuing freedom for women without it. He doesn't need me, but He loves me enough to let me be a part of His redemptive work.
For now, being a part of that work means me learning how to sit in a cubicle, doing odds and ends jobs and soaking in new language and procedures.
I am truly honored to be a part of She Has A Name. God is growing and using this organization in HUGE ways.
Just a reminder, folks. It isn’t about you. You did not choose Jesus, He chose you.
P.S. Revamping the blog here soon. I think I'm going to transition to Squarespace as my host. Get excited. It's gonna look NICE.