The Girl Who Doesn’t Run is Running for Her Life.

I DON’T RUN.

Unless there’s a clown chasing me. With a knife. But even then, it’s questionable. I’m the girl that reposts humorous e-cards on Pinterest that say things like, “I just ran my first marathon this morning! Just kidding, I’m on my third cupcake.” That’s me. I’m that girl.

So why, oh why, would that girl, commit her out of shape, 8 months postpartum, booty to running a 5K (which is 3.1 miles by the way), in less than a month?

Good question. I’ll show you.

Because of the broken, wounded, and terrified girls who find refuge in a little home in Cebu, Philippines. You know the one.

While I get ready for bed, there are girls being forced to service men and that makes me sick. Sick enough to run on her behalf. Sick enough to run for her life. She deserves better. She deserves the dignity of knowing love. True and genuine love.

But there’s also another group of girls I am running on behalf of.

They’re on our side of the world, learning and fighting through the beautifully bizarre season of life we call adolescence. They too are broken and searching for love, some equally as desperate for freedom. But on a rainy weekend in January, they joined in the fight for someone else’s freedom.

In one week, for the #seejulesrun campaign, the teens from Becoming Girls Conference raised over $3,000 so that My Refuge House could give love and a new life to more girls.

They caught the vision. They caught the passion. They caught the heart of Jesus and they gave their loaves and fish.

 

SO WHY RUNNING?

Because for me, running is subjecting myself to something I’m never inclined to do. It’s a sacrifice, it takes discipline, and these girls are worth it.

I am not okay with a world where sex trafficking exists and neither is My Refuge House. The funds raised in this race will build a whole new home for more girls to experience love and restoration.

I believe this upcoming generation will restore our world even better than the one before it. I believe there is freedom raining in like a flood. I believe there is passion leaking out into their bones. I believe there is power running through their souls, revving up for an awakening and I want to do whatever I can to cheer them on.

Even if that means running, for her life.

 

WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH YOU?

Sex trafficking is a tragedy that far supersedes a single person. And definitely a single person who hates to run. And I know a lot of you are equally as passionate on this issue, if not more, than me.

We need you. Your voice. Your resources.

Will you speak, run, give, build and love with us?

 

WHAT YOU CAN DO