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Gospel conversations

The lines were forming to board several Air Asia flights out of Penang. I asked the woman behind me if this was the line for Singapore. Yes. She was also going to Singapore.  She asked which seat I was in. 18B.  Her seat? 18A. 

Once we boarded, I found out she was traveling to visit her brother and sister who are now Singaporean citizens. I was going there to overnight with our daughter before heading to the US.  

In further conversation, we talked about the weather and she said, “I like cold weather.” 

In this tropical country? “Where do you go for cold weather?” 

“London,” she said and shared that her other sister had lived there until her sudden death from cancer the year before.  I told her I was sad to hear of her loss.

In flight.
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Crossing Cultures Devotional

Follow Me

The early morning taxi was en route to the airport and my mind was racing.

Were we making the right decision? We had to move out of India, but where? Here? Was this the place? This turn in the path was not something I’d ever imagined would happen.

I stared out the window. It was still dark. Just before dawn. I breathed a prayer for wisdom.  Voiced my uncertainty.

At that moment I saw a well-lit sign on top of a tall building up ahead. Bold red letters painted on white.  

“Follow Me” 

Psalm 63:8 on my art pad. His right hand holds on to us.
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Crossing Cultures Devotional

The One who sees me

My friend asked if I could fill in and teach her EFL (English as a Foreign Language) International Bible Study that met on Wednesday nights.  We were living in Richmond at the time and our church had a thriving EFL program. 

Noreta sent me the list of students and the lesson: an overview of Esther. I casually glanced over the names listed and noted their home countries. Korea. China. Taiwan.  

On Wednesday night I met the students as they assembled for the study. We started class and I began sharing from the Book of Esther.  Just a few minutes into the lesson, the door flew open. A woman wearing a head covering came striding in. With confidence and forthrightness, she declared, “I am Hoda M. I am from Egypt.”  

Daughter of Hagar, my heart said.