I’m sharing a piece I wrote for Rebecca Bender Ministries, a ministry which exists to “raise awareness and deliver solutions to the growing epidemic of sex trafficking”. I pray that your heart hasn’t ever been dropped but chances are it has. I pray you can find hope in Jesus. “He was born in an unassuming manger to die on a cross intended for criminals. To fix what had been broken. To save the dance.”
And The Ballerina Falls, by Andrea Stunz
In the documentary city.ballet, an AOL original hosted by Sarah Jessica Parker, the male dancers discuss how they understand their position to be one of support to the female dancer. His position is solely to make the ballerina become the star. To support her, to raise her up, to catch her. He will never be the star of the show. When we think of ballet, we rarely think of the male dancer first–or at all. The ballerina in all of her beauty, grace, poise, and skill is who we think of. She shines because, in the hands of her male dance partner, she is the star. She is safe.
I have not endured the nightmares of one who has been trafficked but I am a woman. I was also once a young girl who longed to be the ballerina. The young heart which longed to twirl and dance. The young heart who longed to be graceful and elegant and free. Inside of every girl’s soul is the desire to be treasured, supported, caught, and loved. To be the Principal Ballerina.