Saturday came and I headed to the house with Joy, her daughter, and another girl that lives with us. As we approached the house I prayed and prayed. I can't even remember my words, but I know it was more of a time of pleading to God rather than simply asking for this to happen. In that moment I wanted nothing more than for her to live with us. Little Marie has been coming to school for a few months, and even lived at the school awhile back. Her mother has many children, though, and needed help around the house because she is once again pregnant. Marie is little Cinderella: working all day around the house, rarely eating, and treated poorly by the men in her life.
When we arrived at the house, Marie's mother asked to talk to Joy alone. I stood outside with the girls and had a feeling that she wasn't going to let her come with us. Joy had said she has done this before, but in the end always takes her back.
About ten minutes later, out walked Joy and Marie.
I remember just staring at Marie and thanking God for just one more night that Marie would be safe with us. As we started walking, Joy whispered: "another family member thought he had the right to use her as his little toy last night— the mom finally decided to act on behalf of Marie, choosing the safety of her daughter over the household help she was able to provide."
To God be the glory for this rescue. All things work together for our good.
Isaiah 61:1-3
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion— to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. 
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