Who: Molly and a Muslim man
What: Sharing the good news
When: Dusk
Where: In the capital of Kazakhstan
Why: Isaiah 52:7
After getting through the resurrection…
Guy: “Are you sexy?”
Huh? How do I answer this? Well, I am cuter than I was last year.
Me: “I’m a princess! A child of the King.”
Guy: “Go home with me?”
Ha! Good to meet you!
I did what I knew would work. I put my hair up in a ridiculous high bun and asked the Holy Spirit to give me some space from this guy. He got up and left within 10 seconds.
Then my thoughts. Disgust. Fear. Men are nasty. Forget this. There’s no hope for these men.
Hold up. Where’s the love, Molly? An hour earlier, a Muslim girl was encouraging me that what I’m doing this year is following God’s plan for my life. I told her how one of my teammates pointed out a nasty part of my heart. I believed I was better than people that identify as gay or any other type of orientation that’s not straight. My heart was hardened, not hurting for humanity. “Whoever does not love, does not know God” (1 John 4). This was humiliating for me to find in myself. My heart was numb to the gospel. I didn’t remember what God had brought me out of.
This girl and I talked for a few hours over Masala tea and ice cream. She asked about what I had learned this year. I told her that I had let my heart become numb to loving people, but Jesus woke me up. “Wake up, oh sleeper. And rise from the dead. And Christ will shine on you!” (Ephesians 5:14). She encouraged me. She said it’s okay that I didn’t love people well last year. Now that I know, I can love better.
A Muslim encouraging a Christian. Those are called Holy Spirit moments. If that makes you uncomfortable, that’s okay. It’s normal. The more I trust the power of God, the less I feel the need to control or correct. I can wait on Holy Spirit and see what He’s telling me to say. In that moment, He told me to be honest with Azhar. And in return, I was encouraged. And she was open to hearing about Jesus.
God, keep us from believing that we’re better than any of your children. Do not let us forget your faithfulness.
I look different this year. Praise God for His grace. I have fallen in love with Jesus and actually desire to lose my life so I can find out what God has for me.
Honestly, I thought everyone was faking it. Apparently not. The love of God is real and it’s everything. My advice for those that don’t truly know God? Ask the Holy Spirit. Submit yourself to God. The sacrifices of God are a broken heart (Psalm 51:17). Do you know your need for God?
If you don’t naturally feel love for God, you’re in great company. It’s because God first loved us. There’s no way that we can love God without understanding His love for us. Don’t boast about your love for God. Boast about His love for you and your love for Him will grow. I can even tell I look different. I’m happier and less dramatic. I’m more emotionally healthy and stable. Because my house is built on a strong foundation. Trust in the Lord forever, for He is an everlasting Rock (Isaiah 26:4).
He changed me. By God’s grace this year, I’m a little bit cuter and a lot more loving.
As a horse girl, here’s my feelings towards Allie eating horse meat.
Love you, guys.
