F. A. Q.  for Scriptures for Strippers addressed in Radio Interview 

Many of you have seen the video of the radio interview shot earlier this year of Sayuri Smith on the G. Wade Radio Show. 

This show has garnered lots of feedback and explained lots of what this book is, why it was written and how Scriptures For Strippers came to be. This labor of love is the first and only devotional to the Holy Bible for women who work as exotic dancers. 

Get your copy of Scriptures For Strippers on http://www.Amazon.com or http://www.ScripturesForStrippers.com. Please don’t be confused by the dual cover.  There are two different covers.  One is for the bookstores and the other cover is more discreet, featuring the Scriptures for Strippers logo. 

Check out the live radio show recorded April 2017 on YouTube. Please like and share! 

https://youtu.be/6ReO9E77qms

Desperation: Destructive with the devil; Deliverance with God

As a woman attempts to find herself on another path through life’s journey, she may experience desperation. Many people imagine that in order for a woman to become a stripper, she had to be desperate in the first place. Many times that’s not the case… it wasn’t for me. As a child, I loved dancing and wanted to dance for money when I grew up. It was very simple to me but of course, it wouldn’t be that simple.

I did grow up and became a dancer in a strip club. When I came in contact with customers who thought they could take advantage of me or exploit my position as a stripper, it disturbed me very much. Customers who tried to make deals or negotiate prices of dance performances because they assumed I was desperate for money. This was extremely offensive and was one of the worst parts of dancing for me. I wasn’t desperate for money but I was there to earn it. I soon started to recognize how the devil attempts to use the spirit of despair and desperation against strippers.

For me, dancing was supposed to be a lucrative, fun, care-free endeavor that allowed me to showcase my ability to dance that I later learned would also require me to expose my body. Those two things were hard enough to do but when the predatory customers and even some times club management impose their sexual desires on dancers based on their warped, disgusting sociaopathic personalities, the job turns into something totally different. It is important to note that being desperate is the last thing you want to be as an exotic dancer in a strip club.

Although I know being a desperate dancer is dangerous, it didn’t prevent me from becoming desperate. Coming to work everyday and dancing my heart out was a dream come true at first but then it began to wear down on me and I was desperate to get escape. All of my other goals and aspirations were put on the back burner and dancing was the only thing I had. I had dropped out of court reporting school which was another one of my dreams and also was my ticket out of the club. I scrambled to become anything other than a dancer and became desperate to escape the club. I would have panic attacks when it was time for work and I was desperate for peace in my mind. I was desperate for a vision for my life. I was desperate to be free from spiritual weakness and emotional instability. No matter how desperate I got, I never saw the devil as an ally. I didn’t turn on myself and allow the devil to use me against myself. I had negative self-talk and put myself down a lot and realized the devil was making me punish myself but I didn’t allow the devil to convince me to use hard drugs and alcohol as an escape.

Let us test and examine our ways, and let us return to the Lord. Lamentations 3:40

I was reading the Bible and trying to be encouraged but it just wasn’t working. I was prescribed pain medication for my debilitating chronic back pain and was afraid I would start abusing my medication so I would only take half of the pills. I knew I was trying to kill my pain but the desperation was causing depression, which brought isolation, which brought loneliness and eventually a spirit of suicide came over me.

When I finally got into a church, I was relieved. The pastor was prophetic, which means he spoke the Word of God into the future of the congregation. The words spoken over my life were invaluable and that’s when I learned how to implement the strategy and power of the spiritual weapon (the Bible) and fight spiritual warfare. I became desperate for God and that desperation saved my life. This negative word became the activation of my faith. My desperation for a way of escape from my financial dependency on the strip club to provide basic needs for me and my young son. I was desperate for God to reveal his PLAN for my life. It was my decision to start working in the strip club and God had protected and preserved my life through it all. I was grateful that I had been blessed enough to live my dream as a dancer, I would never have to wonder what would have been. I was grateful to God that I had the experience I had but I was sure that this lifestyle wasn’t the PURPOSE for my life.

Many people debate with me about bringing God into the life of a stripper but I DO NOT CARE!!!!!! NOBODY can tell me God’s hand has not been on my life…or any other exotic dancer’s life. I refused to allow the devil to convince me I was desperate inside the club. But the truth was, I became depressed and felt myself slowly deteriorating and self-destructing.

I had never paid attention to denominations of churches but with this being a prophetic ministry, the altar calls literally spoke life into me. At the end of each sermon, the pastor would ask if anyone needed prayer and I went to the altar every week. I didn’t have to say anything. These people just prayed and laid hands on me. I always felt a little bit lighter as I held on to each positive, prophetic word spoken over my life. I remember one time the pastor’s wife said, “You will help thousands of women. You are an overcomer. Your story will set so many free.” My life was falling apart as I had anxiety attacks and dealt with bouts of very deep depression from my emotional and spiritual exhaustion from being a dancer. To this day, those words ring in my mind and I am floored at how good God has been to me. I began to read the Bible, fast, pray and seek instruction from God through meditation. I began to hear from God and follow His directions. It was a horribly hard road to ride but I eventually did leave the club. I got another job. But that wasn’t the end. My desperation for change and living in the purpose of God made my journey in my faith walk possible. I didn’t want to go backwards and the only thing that kept me forward was my desperation for a new lifestyle.

“…I am the Lord your God, Who teaches you to profit, Who leads you in the way that you should go.” Isaiah 48:17 AMPC

Nobody ever aspires to be a crack whore, alcoholic, or prostitute but devil-inspired desperation is the gateway to these dead-end traps. I pray that anyone who is working as a dancer, prostitute, escort or WHATEVER turn to GOD today. He made you for a purpose that you are NOT fulfilling. The good news is He will accept you back. Let your desperation work for you and not against you. He is waiting for you. If you want God to speak into your life, get in the Word of GOD. He will meet your needs better than any man, club, pimp or “friend” ever could. Get to the source! God is your supplier… The REAL plug!

“And my God will liberally supply (fill to the full) your every need according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:19

If you don’t know what to read, get your copy of Scriptures for Strippers from Amazon.com or from http://www.ScripturesForStrippers.com. I pray you find a peace and joy again.

I’m praying for you.

Photo Credit: “Do Monsters Dream” @kirzart on Instagram https://www.KirzArt.com/

Check out the church I was telling you about in this blog post at https://www.nexlevelchurch.com/

Check out this song by Byron Cage… It explains everything perfectly!

https://youtu.be/BhK4XGFYd38

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The Real #Traphouse Ain’t Pink

In the winter of 2003, I went to visit a friend who had moved in with her boyfriend. We worked at the same strip club and had become close over the course of a few months. She told me she had grown up Muslim but that didn’t stop us from being cool with each other. She had recently been in the hospital and I went over to see if she was OK.  I had visited this place about 3 or 4 times before. I went during the early evening, around 6pm. 

She lived on a side of town where there was a lot of drug activity. There were always at least 4  random dudes just hanging out at his place and I wondered how she could feel comfortable living there with all those strange guys. Her boyfriend had just moved to Atlanta from Chicago and immediately started selling drugs out of his newly renovated duplex. I didn’t know he sold drugs and wasn’t sure if my friend knew but we found out for sure on this night. 

We laughed, talked and smoked together.  I got the urge to leave but I just assumed this grade of marijuana made me paranoid.  We were in a back room and suddenly someone busted in and told us to get on the ground with a silver gun drawn.  I immediately thought it was the police and they were busting the whole house in a raid.  Maybe one of the guys had a warrant.  Maybe the police had run up in the wrong house to lock up some suspects who had recently moved.  I knew one thing was for sure,  I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  

I attempted to go into my pocket and throw the marijuana on the floor so I couldn’t get a possession charge. He immediately reprimanded me and told me to keep my hands up. My friend ran into the closet,  screaming and tearing down the clothes attempting to hide.  I was confused as he changed his mind and told us to come out of the room and come with him.  

As he led us down the long hall,  we saw the guys who hung out at the house being beaten and stripped all in different rooms. We walked passed a room that I’ve never been in. The door was always shut and locked.  But as we walked by,  I now understood why. There was large black trash bags full of marijuana and cash stacked to the ceiling. There were men in there bagging up everything quickly as the violent chaos happened all throughout other parts of the house. 

When I looked forward,  there was an unmasked young man, standing at the front door holding an AK-47. He was a puny young dude, almost like a teenager and the gun was almost bigger than he was. By the time, we got to the living room I realized this was not a raid but a robbery! Everyone was laying face down on the floor and the man who walked us down the hall forced us to lay face down next to her weeping boyfriend. He passed the time playing violent video games where he practiced shooting up intruders and cursing at the TV screen as he smoke blunt after blunt. Now, he and all his “tough guy” friends had been stripped, robbed and laid out on the floor scared of what would happen next.  

As soon as I laid down,  I began to pray and I felt a blanket or sheet gently cover me.  I held my friend’s hand and the wrist of her sobbing boyfriend.  I remembered that my friend didn’t believe in Jesus but still prayed for God to protect us. A man was standing over us with a gun pressed against my back, yelling at him to be quiet.  I turned my head to him and sternly said,  “Be quiet! “and he stopped wailing only sniffled from time to time. If her boyfriend made this guy mad enough to pull the trigger, the bullets would enter my body, not his. I started back praying and imagined myself going home.  Something told me I would go home and my life would not end. The gun was no longer pressed into my back but I kept praying. 

Some of the robbers had left the house to go upstairs to where his sister lived.  He had recently sent for her and her new baby from Chicago.  We heard footsteps overhead and then a gunshot. Again,  my friend’s boyfriend became hysterical, bawling uncontrollably and writhing in pain for what he thought had happened. We heard the intruders run down the stairs and run to their car.  I had left my purse in my car so I didn’t have my phone or anything on me. 

Everyone got up and attempted to wrap their heads around what had just happened. My friend was in her boyfriend’s arm and they cried together.  She later discovered that her purse had been ransacked and she was missing $600 cash, probably a whole night’s pay. I got home safely that night and thanked God for sparing my life. His sister and her baby was safe too!  Thank God! 

I knew there was a bigger plan for my life.  A couple weeks later, when I celebrated my 21 birthday, I reflected on the fact that I almost didn’t make it and was so grateful to God that I made it out of the trap house.  I have never been back to a traphouse and pray that anyone who is is covered, protected and will someday look to God to redirect them. Years later. I pray that God will give them another chance to tell the goodness of God. In Jesus’name name Amen! I found that friend on Facebook and saw that she posts scriptures on her page and thank God for the conversion. 

If you or anyone you know needs prayer, wants to pray or learn how to pray,  I can be reached via email at ScripturesForStrippers@gmail.com. Follow me on twitter, instagram and facebook @SayuriSmith. To get a copy of your very own devotional, you can get a copy from Amazon. There are two covers available but the inside is the same.  https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/s/ref=is_s?k=scriptures+for+strippers