"HJ" = "Happy Job," according to this free magazine offering employment for women to work in bars around Kanazawa. I wonder how happy they really are, and how much of it is modern-day slavery. Bridget and I flipped through to make sure it was what we thought it was, and it surely did look dodgy. I wish I could have thrown them all away, but we prayed instead.
And here we are in front of that dark prison-like building that impels us to stop there and pray every time. I just feel in my bones that God is working there.
What is so exciting is that I feel God working in me, working for my good even as he invites me to walk with him around the city to see how he is moving. I can't see into the spiritual realm, but I believe it is there and HE is there. Even when I feel nothing, or feel tired, the Father doesn't rest and he doesn't give up.
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