Honestly, the desert doesn’t have many flowers, but it still holds fountains of beauty. It was a struggle to find flowers amid sand dunes and rocky canyons. However, the people, the hospitality, the weather, the quiet, the blazing stars, and the cultural experience were all above and beyond spectacular. Morocco for me was a time of rest and family. Time spent working through hard issues but also time spent alone recharging from the world. I spent a lot of time alone with God and exploring His word and His will in this time and in the future. When I wanted to move He continually told me to sit. Don’t move. Rest, there at my feet, I want to talk to you. I spent the majority of my time sitting and listening, not moving, just listening and resting in His presence. The best Moroccan memories were running the sand dunes with the boys from the desert. Where language barriers exist, fun, adventure, laughter, throwing sand at each other, and rolling down the sides of dunes will always exist. We spent time exhausting ourselves running in sand and doing flips and somersaults down the sides of the dunes. A child’s smile and joyful laugh never fail to make a heart warm. They also never fail to leave you panting for breath with sore muscles as you watch them take off down the side of yet another sand dune. Also, camel rides, desert stars, conversations over tea, drums and music, peace and quiet, sand storms, desert dogs, markets, tajine, African bus rides, hospitable people, motorbikes, Berber weddings, couscous, learning, resting, observing, abiding.
with Faith Hope and Love,
Nathan
Enjoy!
