I watched two documentaries tonight; shown at a local open air media/film gallery here in Phnom Penh. Tonight's films fell under a title something like; 'Gendered Lens; An Insiders Look into Cambodia's Virginity Trade.'

And now I can't sleep. Nothing I heard tonight was new information to me; yet each time I am reminded I feel like someone punched me and my heart breaks again. Literally, as I type this a girl in my city is being raped. For the first time. For the hundredth time.

Poverty. Ignorance. Confusion. Helplessness. Powerlessness. Lack of self worth. Abuse of power. Pornography. Lies.
All drive this issue. My heart cries.

I want and NEED to be more prayerful.How can I live in this city, in the midst of this and not be literally crying out to God on behalf of these girls?

Right now I don't know what else to do, but until God tells me I will pray...