a love encounter.

[previously written]

Dear friends,
God is so good. I am back from morocco and writing this on the plane, approximately 2 hours from Houston and flying over Lake Erie about to cross back into the homeland. He has stretched me to what I thought was my limit, but He knows what I can handle. Through this stretching, I have seen the hungry and poor, the lost and broken, the battered women and controlling husbands, the child beggars and I have seen the glory of the Lord work in them.
Morocco is hard to describe. Their tea, thick with sugar and mint leaves, forever ingrain my taste buds. Their hospitality, strangers' invitations to their homes within the first 5 minutes of "hello"s, inspire me to be more kind. Their men, with eyes like hawks staring at the Americans who stick out like a million sore thumbs, keep me aware. Their driving, as long as you get to your destination - you're golden. Their food, so rich in flavor but tradition has been overcome with French and American meals. Their weather, like winning the lottery in comparison to Texas. I miss it and I could see myself back there. Back to the tea, hospitality, taxis, food, weather and the lady who sells packs of Tempo tissues on the street of our hotel in Tangier.
I could see myself back. I am only dipping my feet into the water here. It was not easy to jump on the streets of a predominantly Muslim country and tell them that Jesus is the way. He loves them so much. It was hard to leave them when they weren't hungry for truth. It was so much easier discussing culture with them. But I know culture isn't going to save them.


to be continued...