Today I'm rerouting my blog, in honor of my flight being rerouted. I sat in Detroit Airport yesterday for more than four hours, waiting for a plane to take me to Chicago so I could pick up a connecting flight to London and from there to Madrid. God had other plans. I missed all my connecting flights because of the delays and had to stay another night in Michigan, fly to Miami early this morning and at 6:15 p.m. I'll fly directly to Madrid and arrive a bit before church on Sunday morning.
I was tempted to complain, but I ended up talking to a Palestinian woman who was also waiting for the Chicago flight and all fussing ceased. Between my poor Arabic and her limited English, we cobbled together a discussion, substituting words and writing in my notebook when we couldn't understand. We talked the most about faith.
Inshirah lives in Ramallah, Palestine (West Bank), and had six sons and four daughters. One of her sons is currently in an Israeli prison. She is a devout Muslim, praying daily and reading the Koran. She also tries to read the Koran in English so she can learn more, as a couple of her children live in Chicago and Wisconsin. By the end of our time together, I had taken her picture (see above) and she stowed one of my graduation pictures in her bag. She called me habibti (my little love or darling) and I called her sadiqati (friend).
Inshirah -- meaning "my heart is glad" -- was especially interested in how I was "married to God" (she saw my purity ring on my left hand) when I was not married to a man. It was such a blessing to talk to her and hear her story. I was even able to tell her that I loved God. But my biggest regret is that my Arabic was not good enough to tell her about Jesus. I can only pray that someone will find her and explain to her in her language how Jesus is the True God, not Allah.
Please pray for her.
In a somewhat related matter, please pray for Caleb and Molly Harper, short-termers who are going to the new Republic of Kosovo. Caleb and Molly still need to raise just under $5000 before their departure. Kosovo is the only Muslim country that likes the United States, and there is a tremendous need for missionaries.
I was tempted to complain, but I ended up talking to a Palestinian woman who was also waiting for the Chicago flight and all fussing ceased. Between my poor Arabic and her limited English, we cobbled together a discussion, substituting words and writing in my notebook when we couldn't understand. We talked the most about faith.
Inshirah lives in Ramallah, Palestine (West Bank), and had six sons and four daughters. One of her sons is currently in an Israeli prison. She is a devout Muslim, praying daily and reading the Koran. She also tries to read the Koran in English so she can learn more, as a couple of her children live in Chicago and Wisconsin. By the end of our time together, I had taken her picture (see above) and she stowed one of my graduation pictures in her bag. She called me habibti (my little love or darling) and I called her sadiqati (friend).
Inshirah -- meaning "my heart is glad" -- was especially interested in how I was "married to God" (she saw my purity ring on my left hand) when I was not married to a man. It was such a blessing to talk to her and hear her story. I was even able to tell her that I loved God. But my biggest regret is that my Arabic was not good enough to tell her about Jesus. I can only pray that someone will find her and explain to her in her language how Jesus is the True God, not Allah.
Please pray for her.
In a somewhat related matter, please pray for Caleb and Molly Harper, short-termers who are going to the new Republic of Kosovo. Caleb and Molly still need to raise just under $5000 before their departure. Kosovo is the only Muslim country that likes the United States, and there is a tremendous need for missionaries.
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