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Ashley and Rosalyne Field

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Setting the Captives Free - Isa 61

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Our home for the month in beautiful Vilanculos until we can start building on the land we are buying 😍🌍🔥❤️

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Packing for Mozambique 😄🌍🔥❤️

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Goodbye Australia!! It was amazing, full of joy, miracles and abundant blessings! Africa here we come, full and ready to pour out our lives once again for Jesus and His glorious gospel 🌍 ❤️🔥🥰🔥❤️ 🌍

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Guatemala ♥️🌍🔥

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Packing for a month long trip to Mozambique. This girl is happy 😃

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Day 47
On the third day, David rose from his bed, leaning on his beloved. She kept her arm around his waist as his arm rested on her shoulder. “Come away with me, my love, my fair one. I am taking you home.” David murmured into her hair. “I have prepared a place for you.” His bride smiled wide, joy radiating from her face and lighting up David’s heart as she turned to him. He cupped the back of her head with his left hand, his right embracing her as he leaned in and kissed her with all the reverence in his heart, and then they made their way out of the old Brothel, down the street and out of town to the sound of whispered voices, “Who is this, coming up out of the wickedness, leaning on her beloved, perfumed with the scents of spikenard, myrrh and frankincense?”

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Day 46
Hadassah tended to the wounds on David’s back for three days, rubbing in oils – spikenard, myrrh and frankincense. Her tears mingled in with the oils, anointing his back with her love, gratitude and devotion. She gently dried his back with her hair as she whispered the song of her heart to him. “I am yours, my beloved, and you are mine, and the banner over us is love.” He would smile at her as he lay on his stomach in the little room in the Brothel turned women’s shelter. So many things had been changed by this beautiful man. So many lives changed forever. And he was hers.

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Day 45
David hung from his arms, agony radiating from his back and joy radiating from his heart. He had done it. She was free and she was his. Each stripe across his back was precious to him even as the pain took his breath away. He would gladly do it again for the sake of his beloved. She pressed her face into his neck, weeping. “Don’t cry, my love, my fair one.” He whispered hoarsely as the guards unstrapped his arms from the post and held onto him, supporting him. “It is finished.”

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Day 44
“No!” Hadassah cried, flinging herself on David’s neck as the whip fell. She held onto him as he sucked in a breath. At the crack of the second whip lash, blood sprayed onto her face, her arms, her clothes. Her beloved’s blood covered her – the blood that atoned, that paid the price for her filth. She wept into his neck. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Even as the whip fell again. Again. Each cracking sound setting a seal on her heart, echoing such a profound depth of love and devotion that she could not comprehend it. The embers in her heart roared to life, fed by the fires of his devotion to her. She was cherished. She was loved. More than she could comprehend. What greater love was there than this? Than a man laying down his life for hers? “I love you.” She wept into his neck as the last remnants of darkness in her soul were obliterated by the light of his love.

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Day 43
The Madam of the Brothel stood there, astounded by the events that had just unfolded. Who was this man, to make such a sacrifice? To pay such a price? Her hardened heart shattered at the act of love so great she could not understand it. Shattered, and was forged anew as conviction and then determination filled her. As David was bound to the whipping post, she raised her voice. “Let the Judge and all these people present be witness to my declaration. My Brothel is a Brothel no longer. It will be a shelter for girls in need. No longer will we give our bodies to be used. This man’s sacrifice for one of us has taught me that my girls can be cherished. That it is possible. And to honour this great sacrifice, our home shall be called ‘The House of David’.” Her voice rang out over the stunned crowd and the quiet sobbing of her girls. Then the whip descended on David’s back.

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Day 41
Hadassah’s heart stumbled as the Judge banged the gavel down. “The sacrifice is sufficient. This man’s ransom is acceptable in payment of the law.” She began to shake and sob as the significance of this moment settled in her. “Shh. My love. It’s okay.” David whispered as he embraced her, kissing her brow. “You cannot do this. I am not worthy of this.” She begged him, but he only smiled at her, love radiating out of his eyes. “It is my greatest joy, my love, my fair one. I am yours and you are mine and nobody will separate what God has brought together.” And with that, he handed over the pearl of great price to the Madam.

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Day 40
“No! This is not acceptable!” The Priest hissed. “The evil temptress must pay!” But he was interrupted by the Judge’s booming voice, “Let him who is without sin cast the first stone. The law demands payment for this transgression, and a payment has been offered up. I will decide what is acceptable and what is not acceptable, Priest.” The Priest gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists but kept quiet even as he watched this shameful hearing go on. He glared at the Shepherd standing under the palm tree – its fronds waving in the breeze above his head, pulling that evil seductress closer into his side. Abomination.
#palmsunday

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Day 39
“I will take her punishment.” David called out, loud and clear above the sounds of the crowd. Hadassah turned incredulous eyes his way. “I will gladly be whipped in her place.” He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a large, beautiful pearl, lifting it high. “Furthermore, I am offering this pearl of great price in payment for Hadassah’s freedom from slavery.” Tears began to fall down Hadassah’s face as the Madam of the Brothel approached, eyes wide. “Is this acceptable payment?” David asked the Madam who nodded slowly. David then turned to Hadassah, gripping her hands in his large calloused ones. “Marry me, my love, my fair one.” Hadassah’s mouth dropped open. “The Judge is here. We can be married right now. I will not be separated from you any longer, and you will have the protection of my name.” Hadassah turned in shock to look at the Judge who beamed at her, silver lining his eyes as he nodded in affirmation. She turned back to David. “Yes.” She rasped. David pulled her into his embrace as her heart filled with hope and joy unspeakable, even as it stumbled in horror with the realization that he would be whipped in her place.

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Day 38
David pushed his way through the crowd in horror as he beheld Hadassah standing before the Judge, shaking and weeping. The Priest was hissing accusations and calling for her death. He reached her side just as the Judge made his declaration. “By law, a slave who has willfully caused injury to a freeman must be punished.” David’s heart stopped. “I have considered the facts of the case, however, including the fact that the man had attacked Hadassah first, and she was trying to defend herself. It was not her intention for him to fall down the stairs, and so my ruling is that her punishment shall not be death, but 39 lashes of the whip.” The Priest yelled in outrage as a sob ripped out of Hadassah’s throat. David grabbed her arm, squeezing it in comfort. She turned to him, eyes wide, red and petrified. He gritted his teeth when he saw the large bruise marring her cheek.

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Day 37
“What happened, Hadassah?” The Judge asked her and she was startled to find compassion shining through his eyes. “This slave injured a freeman!” The Priest yelled before she could reply. “The law is clear! She must be punished! Death! Stone her!” The Priest screamed and the crowd followed, chanting for her death. “Silence.” The Judge boomed. “Hadassah?” He asked her after the crowd had settled. “I am a prostitute.” Hadassah began with shame and loathing for herself. “The man was waiting for me in my room. He began to beat me and I ran from him. He chased me and fell down the stairs. I’m sorry.” She whispered, tears tracking down her face. “I’m so sorry.” All she could see was David’s kind face in her mind. She would probably never see him again. And it was for the best.

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Day 36
The Judge felt something in his heart tug as he looked at the terrified girl gripped in the hand of the Priest. He knew this Priest. He was notoriously self-righteous and cruel. Something strange happened inside him then. He somehow knew that he was supposed to be here today, for this girl. “This filthy prostitute struck a freeman who is now lying unconscious in their brothel.” The Priest screamed, shaking her arm. She sobbed quietly. “Release her arm.” The Judge told the Priest who stepped back in disgust. “What is your name, girl.” He asked her gently. “Hadassah.” She breathed. The name clanged through him like a bell. Hadassah. The name of the one day of the year when he could do something for those in need. He had to find a way to help her somehow.

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Day 35
The crowd was jostling her, pushing her as the Priest dragged her down the street. They were yelling insults and spitting at her. She began to cry, shaking uncontrollably with fear and shame. “Death to the whore. Death to the slave who dared to strike a freeman!” The Priest was screaming, stirring the mob further. They finally came to a halt before a makeshift stage in the town square where a Judge from out of town was trying cases. He lifted his head and looked with solemn eyes towards Hadassah. “What is the meaning of this?” He enquired of the Priest.

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Day 34
Hadassah was shaking. “He’s not dead.” The Madam told the Priest. “It was an accident.” She looked at the Priest, who laughed. “Oh, I don’t think so. I heard the commotion from the street. You’re coming with me, girl.” The Priest grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her outside into the street, the Madam following closely on her heels whilst yelling to the other girls to get help for the man lying at the foot of the stairs. “You will pay for this, evil woman.” The Priest yelled, shaking her as a crowd began to gather around them. “How dare you strike a freeman, slave.” He spat. “Your life is forfeit.”

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Day 33
The Madam dropped to her knees, checking for a pulse. She let out a breath in relief when she found one. Not dead. Hadassah would have been executed if he’d died. She still might. Unless the Madam could somehow cover it up. “Come here, Hadassah.” She hissed up at the girl who was standing frozen at the top of the stairs. “Help me get him to the basement.” The girl flew into motion, running down the stairs just as the door swung open behind the Madam. “What do we have here?” The Priest’s hateful voice carried over to them. They froze.

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