This weekend on Saturday morning I got up and decided I wanted to design. Now. Thankfully there’s no end to what I can design for Love146, so I walked to our office. 

In many ways my desk here in Love146′s New Haven office is a bit like my sanctuary: where I can feel what must be felt, created what must be created, and be fully authentic. I love being at Love146, at “work.” It’s hard sometimes to leave on Fridays and I sneak in on weekends. 

Walking in the door of the Love146 office I heard a shriek- the woman who cleans was here and I’d startled her. We laughed, I settled in, turned on some Amos Lee, and got to work. About twenty minutes later, in the thick of my creative rhythm, there was an interruption and we both wound up in tears… The woman who cleans our office also went home and blogged about the “interruption” into both of our Saturdays. Reblogged is her take:


Unbreak my heart…no wait… don’t.

(reblogged from This Cuckoo’s Nest)

so, i clean an office on the weekends. i took the job because it takes no preparation, it is (quite honestly) mindless, and i can be alone for an hour or so with my thoughts. i went in today and started my little routine and it was anything but thoughtless. the office i clean is for an organization called  LOVE146. they work towards abolishing slavery, human trafficking and freeing and restoring children who are forced in to the sex trade. now, when i am there, i never look at anything. ANYTHING. it is a sensitive kind of place with, what i feel, is personal and emotional information on too many precious people. so i never look…occasionally i will leave an obnoxious note on a friends desk, but that is as far as i go. today as i mopped, i saw on a book shelf what seemed to be a childrens book. it caught my eye so i picked it up and opened it. it was a book written to educate street kids on the dangers of predators. the images were not striking or graphic. the text was not in english. but the message was clear. and the message broke my heart.

the idea of children being hurt in such a way was too much for me to think about this morning and i broke. i cried and cried. a woman who works there was in her office and talked me down a bit..by talking about hope and healing and loving others…all the things you would hope she would say. i said to myself and to her, i dont know how any of them work there, how theirs hearts can take it day after day…but now that they have that knowledge, how can they NOT be there to offer hope to such beloved and hurting little ones.

i am not sheltered. i have traveled the world and met real people with real hurts. i loved and lost in india..i’ve held dying women. really. i have even known about this issue for a long time, some of my closest people work for and even started this organization. but today, for some reason, was my day to be broken. to feel a sliver of what those children, young woman…any one enslaved, might feel. just a sliver, and it was enough. enough to break my heart. enough, to come home and write about it. enough to encourage anyone who reads this to click on my link at the top of the page and go to their website and become a sponsor. find your place in helping to heal someone..someone you dont know..but it could be anyone. so think about your neices, nephews, sisters, brothers…what would you do for them in that situation, how far would you go? think about it. and maybe you will choose to stand for freedom, justice and hope for these young ones.


I guess I’ve come to see an occaisional good cry as a part of working at Love146; it’s our privilidge to shed tears for those who don’t presently have the luxury of doing so… someone should cry. And it was a welcome interruption to remember that this is a movement of the broken hearted. Our hearts are broken and inside we’ve found something beautiful, powerful and inevitably compelling. And that’s why we’re here, in an office in Connecticut on a Saturday morning bringing whatever we can for Abolition. Our mops, our sketchbooks, and our broken hearts.

  • http://www.nicegirlnotes.com Roo {NiceGirlNotes}

    Great post. Stories like this really leave me feeling raw, but I appreciate that, because it’s a reminder of the things God is broken over. A reminder to pray, a reminder to act.