Laurie Ishii

I was at home alone, trying to figure out what I would do for money. GOD PLEASE. THE LAST THING I WANT TO RESORT TO IS GOING TO SEE GEORGE. I made a few phone calls, and wasn’t able to reach anyone. I rubbed my nose with the back of my arm, snot spreading across my sleeve. DAMNIT! I'D BETTER THINK QUICKLY, BEFORE I'M TOO SICK TO DO ANYTHING. THINK, LAURIE, THINK!!! I grabbed my head, pacing back and forth. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, GOD. I CAN'T, I WONT. NOT HIM. The sun began to set. The sky was a deep blue violet, tinged with different shades of mauve ... such a contrast compared to my sick, black soul. I began crying,… Read More

There are a lot of prayer requests I have here... Well, Julia and I are usually the only two people who consistently go on outreach to the pimps and prostitutes, along with a few other women who come out with us whenever they are able to and we are SO GRATEFUL for them! Earlier today, Julia text me to let me know that she couldn't come out tonight... and I felt a little relieved. Then I struggled... I have a tendency to feel "guilty" whenever I don't go out... (which is just me - condemnation is not from God)... I'm sharing my heart here - I LOVE the men and women we reach out to. There is so much more that I wish I could do to help them... if… Read More