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Joy Morris: Her Special Interest in Anti-Trafficking

Joy Morris: Her Special Interest in Anti-Trafficking

by Joy Morris I’m Joy Morris and I’ll be communicating with you through the blog each week. I hope what I have to share will encourage you to involve yourself in the fight against human trafficking. To tell you a little about myself….I grew up in the South. I came from a family of four [...]

Read Tomorrow’s Post by Joy Morris

Read Tomorrow’s Post by Joy Morris

Tomorrow contributing blogger, Joy Morris, will be posting to this site. Learn how after spending many years in the entertainment industry, as a model, actress, and TV Host, Joy became an anti-trafficking advocate. Joy will share her unique motivation that led to her outcry to “Free The Slaves!” Don’t miss Joy’s inspiring story.

Happy Thanksgiving! Pray For Those Enslaved In Forced Labor And Forced Prostitution

Happy Thanksgiving! Pray For Those Enslaved In Forced Labor And Forced Prostitution

I wish everyone a happy Thanksgiving. As you give thanks, please pray for the release of children and young adults who are forced into slave labor and prostitution.

Creative Process Promotes Hope For Trafficked Victim

Creative Process Promotes Hope For Trafficked Victim

“In the beginning God created…” Genesis 1:1 Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me that a first sign of becoming healthy and whole again for a trafficked victim would come within the creative process. This is exactly what happened for Monica. The following poem conveys her courageous struggle as she makes a new beginning following her escape [...]

God’s Little Girls (continued)

Dread rose like lava I needed to outrun. It swallowed my joy.   I studied every form of “spiritual warfare” imaginable. I rebuked this and I bound that. I claimed Mariana back from the enemy.  I blamed and I exclaimed, “What happened? Why isn’t any of this working? Why aren’t you doing something, God?” I [...]

God’s Little Girls

God’s Little Girls

The phone rang.  It was the night shift social worker from the safe house. “Iana, it’s Gabriella—Mariana—again.” Between her clipped words and my interrupted sleep, that’s all I made out. “Slow down. I can’t understand you.” “Mariana…threatening Susana… with a knife.” I called security and rushed to the shelter.  We managed to talk Mariana into [...]