I had a session today with a young teen. It wasn’t as joyful as I thought it would be as her story was filled with pain and no hope. Pain that many of us would rather not see and if you could hear her story would bring you to tears. The pain of sex trafficking. This teen had been trafficked for over 3 years. She is 17 now. Marked for life. Memories that will not be easily erased.
During our session, she was struggling with fear. Fear of what she will become now?
Will the pimp come after her? Will she ever have a “normal” day… EVER?
As she played with the horse each fear came upon her. This huge horse was like all her fears in one big body. Yet…she could move the horse. She could back him up. She could move parts of his body with only a look. She could even have him dance around her and with a simple bend of her knee, he would swoop his neck around and trot right into her! She was overwhelmed with a moment of feeling like she was in control and this new friend with 4 legs wanted to be her partner in a loving, respectful way.
For the first time, she experienced a healthy relationship based on trust and love!
Tears began to flow. Tears not of sadness but of hope. HOPE that life CAN be different.
We ended the session with her taking some essential oils that we love from Rocky Mountain Oil.
She would go through the oils and place them on the horses back and feet. She would use different oils she liked. I decided to let her choose an oil, offer the horse to sniff it, and if he liked it to rub it wherever she wanted. She chose his back and his feet. She chooses Peppermint,Lavender,Aligning(which is a wonderful blend great for alignment) and I asked her why those places and she responded, “because he carried me through and I think this will help him feel better.”
I gave her an empty bottle and told her to pick 3 of her favorite oils and put a few drops in the bottle. This bottle would be what she could use whenever she needed to feel like she needed to be “carried” again.
Each drop represents tears. Tears are ok. I went on to tell her how our Jesus holds our tears in a bottle. I put her oil in this littlesilk pouch with the verse, “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in a bottle.” Psalm 56:8 NLT. I also like these pouches as well.
She walked down our long driveway with a bottle of HOPE which will empower her to overcome her past and begin a new life.