Can’t Be Bought – Boundaries

In an environment where boundaries have been labeled non-existent our prayer this week was to teach the girls healthy boundaries. But for the moment we opened our months, our girls were so lost… We asked if anyone knew what a boundary was, and we heard the crickets in America it was so silent. We were able to get hula-hoops and it was a fun way to teach the girls personal space visually by having the hula-hoop as the “boundary”. We wanted to reinforce their value through the understanding that the uncomfortable feelings experienced when someone crosses their “hula-hoop” boundary are normal, and that it’s okay to feel.

We rolled out the life-size body cut out and got to show the girls, “red”, “green”, and “yellow” zones that were in their “hula-hoop”! That’s when we dived into feelings. And that’s when we really lost the girls… They could not wrap little minds around the fact that A) it’s not their fault when someone crosses their “hula-hoop”, and B) that it’s okay to feel unsafe when someone crosses your “hula-hoop”.

Again, most of the girls had never heard that they have boundaries much less that they have a right to feel uncomfortable or have a right to act on these feelings in order to protect their bodies and their hearts. So, telling them that what they have learned their whole life was wrong and they do have “RED” zones that are not okay for anyone to touch, rocked their worlds.

It sounds so simple to us, that we have boundaries, and we have NO GO zones… But, it’s not simple here. The girls think everything on their bodies is green, that they don’t have a right to say no.

We are going to do this lesson again next week with a tiny little twist in it. Our girls this week just didn't get. They don’t understand that they have a right to say no… They don’t understand that it is not normal to sell your body. They don’t understand that they have a right to protect their little hearts.

The injustice here, it breaks my heart, and I know that Daddy God is up there weeping with me. Jesus, let kingdom come here on EARTH as it is in heaven. I can’t wait to walk the pearly streets with my precious girls, with pure hearts, clean hands, and hula-hoops to play games with not to teach with.  

Can't Be Bought - I am Priceless

My stomach was in knots as I went into Lesson 2 – “I am Priceless”… The idea of me telling my girls that no amount in the whole world is enough for someone to buy them didn't scare me. The idea that these babies girls truly don’t know that they don’t have a price tag on them is the part that terrified me. For most of my girls it was the first time they had someone say hey, you  don’t have a price tag on you, because you are NOT FOR SALE! I was scared, I was feeling inadequate to even look at them in the eyes and declare the truth that so needed to be said. I felt the weight of Gods heart on this lesson, and the love that he has for every single one of those little girls….

In the middle of the lesson we played a little game of The Price is Right! We had a few items up for sale and basically had an auction with lots of fake money in our pockets…  Towards the end of the auction I had “sold” all of my items and realized that I didn't have anything left to sell… So I ended up putting Kim, my team mate, up for sale. Without skipping a beat the girls started to shout out money, and to my surprise they started out really low, we got up to about $2.00 USD.. . AND then we dressed Kim up, we added jewelry, lip gloss, and a fancy new shirt, and again without skipping a beat the girls were screaming prices at us. Now that Kim looked “smart” as the girls say, the price kept going up, and up, and up. A couple of the girls even asked, if I pay money what can she do for me? The class ended up stopping at about $100 USD, and 1 of the classes even told us that because she couldn't “do” much, whatever that meant, that she wasn't worth more than $100…

Ah. I just went home and cried, and cried. The girls loved the game, and didn't blink an eye when I went to sell Kim. They knew exactly how much a women was worth, and knew that when we “dressed” her up how much she was worth then. The saddest part for me was when Kim and I got to tell them, that actually you can’t buy Kim, because no person in the whole world had enough money to buy her…  That actually no one can buy YOU, their little faces were so confused and just looked so blank. It was one of the moments where my heart hit the floor and the weight of their lies they have heard their whole life were there to just stomp on my heart. That was the moment that I was afraid of.

We made all the girls stand up and search their bodies for price tags…. I could slowly see their little eyes light up when they got it, and we could hear the AH’s I can’t find my price tag slowly start to pop up. They got it. Kim and I then got to explain to them that as long as their heart is beating and their lungs are filled with air, that they will never have a price tag! We got to scream, I AM PRICELESS at the top of our lungs together, and just laugh as I watched them “secretly” searching for their price tags again to make sure I was telling them the truth!

My girls walked out of that classroom knowing that they don’t have a price tag, that they are far too valuable for any amount to ever be put on them. My prayer is that they never face being bought… But when reality sets in, and the times comes when a person does place an amount on them, I hope that they can search their little bodies for that price tag, and find the strength to walk away.

I challenge you to pray for these girls this week. When you see a price tag, just pray that truth would linger over their lives always, and that they will walk away when someone puts a price on them. 

Can't Be Bought - I am Unique

Can't Be Bought 

3 schools.

Grades 4-6.

1000 girls.

14 lessons.

6 days a week. 

4 team members.

1 God. 

Having 250 precious big brown eyes looking at you  hearing that they are special for the first time ever, is a moment engraved on my heart forever. It was a moment of joy and sorrow. I wanted to cry as I was holding her and never let her go. 

My heart was heavy on my way home, for this was only week 1... This lesson was filled with get to know you questions, games, and doing their fingerprints to see that they are so unique that God even wanted their tiny little fingerprints to be special. It wasn't even a "hard" lesson, and already the reality of her life, of all the girls life; is they have NO idea that they are special, they have no idea what their worth is,  or that someone bigger than them loves them.... 

They don't know. 

Do your babies know that they are a 

unique? Do you tell them no matter how old they are, that you love them, and how important they are to you? Do you remind them even when you don't want to that they are a precious child of God?

Today, right now, don't let another minute go by, and make sure the kids in your life know with out any doubt that they are valuable, that are SO loved! 

For, we can not have any more generations walking around not knowing that they have worth and value. Its not okay. We must raise up Kings and Queens knowing their identity!  

Can't Be Bought... I thought I was coming to teach girls worth, and prevent them from selling their precious bodies... Only to come and watch them teach ME and love on me... 

Week 1 was beautiful. Its just the start of it all. Jesus is about to invade these precious girls and teach them what it means to be a valuable daughter of the Kings of Kings..