Naming places. Putting our experiences on the map.
No ordinary map.
But one detailing journey and rest.
Marking a lifetime of walking with the Lord.
Naming places. Putting our experiences on the map.
No ordinary map.
But one detailing journey and rest.
Marking a lifetime of walking with the Lord.
God hears.
Sees.
And makes a way through the
desert.
When there seems to be no way.
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.