A Gathering of Fierce Women

I’ve needed more time to process last week’s outreach because it was unlike any outreach I’ve experienced before. I felt God’s presence on the track so strongly, I know I caught a glimpse of his healing work in South LA. I want to start by giving praise to God because he’s the reason After Hours exists. He keeps our small organization going. He provides what we need so we can show up and love the women we meet through outreach every week. He gives each of us the strength we need to carry this unique burden. But he also asks us to carry it loosely, trusting that he is working, even if we never see how the seeds we plant will bloom. It’s hard, but I’m grateful that God is the one in control and not us.

Last outreach was so beautiful and such a contrast to the week prior. I showed up expecting it wouldn’t be any different from the others recently, but God had other plans. We were just three, but we gave away 27 gift bags—more than double the amount we gave the week before. We experienced so many obstacles to meet with women that week. During our prayer time, I prayed for a friend who’s been on my mind, hoping to run into her; but admittedly, I already felt defeated. I’ve experienced friends disappear before, and I thought this may have happened with her because we hadn’t seen her the week before.

God is faithful still.

We arrived at the block where she normally is, but we didn’t see her from the car. There were other women out, so we parked and walked over to them. As soon as we got to the corner, she popped out! We were all so excited to see each other. We told her we were hoping and praying we’d see her.

Amidst the many cars driving by and pulling up to us, we talked for a long time. One-by-one, her friends joined us until there was a gathering of us women, each with her own unique story of hardship, yet perseverance. At some point, I noticed the cars weren’t coming anymore, and we were able to be a gathering of fierce women standing together, laughing together, praying together, and embracing each other. I wish I could have seen what passersby saw. We were crossing all the divides to be friends, to be community. 

I drove home full of joy and hope, not at all tired even though it was 2:30am. This is what After Hours is about, loving God and loving our neighbors on the track, creating a safe space for these women to be themselves free of judgment and shame. If any of the women we meet during outreach comes across this, never give up hope, keep fighting, because God loves you dearly, and so do we. —Sam

Light & Dark Collide

The start of our Friday night was full of praise. Two worship leaders brought their voices & guitar and led our outreach team in worship. It was a good kick off fixating our hearts & minds on God. I was reminded that the ability to make a change in this ministry can only come from the Lord & never from my power alone.

Outreach is my fav. I love the convos I get to have with the women. It is something I always look forward to, but last Friday felt darker than it ever has. Though even amongst that we got to talk with a woman wanting something else for her and her kid. I pray she will hit us up and, even though she has been through more than I can imagine, that God would fill her with more hope for the future. —Roxy

This week, please pray with us for the woman we met last outreach and for her child. Pray God will bring peace to the track.

A Night of Peace

The track was peaceful last Friday—a nice break from the overwhelming chaos it usually is out there. I didn’t feel on edge like I have out there for the last last couple of months. When we were close to running out bags for the night, I asked if we could drive to a specific part of the track. I was hoping we’d find a couple friends we’ve seen consistently for a few months; and sure enough, they were both there. I was thankful to have another opportunity to keep building the friendships we have with both of them, to notice a cute change to *T’s hair and to talk with *A for some time, learning more about herself and her future plans.  

Nights like this one aren’t all that common—at least, not lately—but they always seem to fill me with the hope and encouragement I need to keep coming out. If you haven’t notice yet, this ministry is heavy. But when God covers the night in his peace, we’re able to have deeper conversations and longer times of prayer with the women working. Some women are able to feel safe to be vulnerable with us about details of their lives that weigh heavy on them. It is an honor to be entrusted with such personal pieces of their lives, one I don’t take lightly.

Pray with us that God would provide more nights like this one and more opportunities to get to know our two friends, *T and *A. —Sam

P.s. if you prayed we’d be spared from the rain, thank you! It didn’t start raining until a few minutes after we’d finished for the night.

*Pseudonyms for security purposes.