Hello! It has been a hot minute since I have been able to post. Thank you all for your support in reading this and continuing to pray for my squad and I.
I spent 6 weeks in Morocco, a Muslim country in North Africa. I absolutely loved it. That month was a little bit different for us because we did not have any set work that we had to do as we had to be more careful in this country, but we were given some people to connect with.
We were able to work along side the international church and help them move into a new church building and meet people from all over Africa. The church allowed us to teach Sunday school classes to the kids and the pastor and his wife invited us into their home and made us an awesome home cooked fall meal.
We meet with some more Americans who have been living there long term and were able to give them a break by teaching some classes for them at their school and babysitting so the couples could have some time alone.
I really enjoyed this month because we got to just live there on our own and connect more with locals. My team of 6 stayed in an apartment and over time we got to know some of our neighbors. There were a hand full of kids I got to see when they got back from school who just so happen to speak Spanish so I could communicate with them. We had a neighbor across the hall who invited us over for some English practice while they taught us some French and Arabic. They had us over again and fed us a traditional Morrocon meal of cous cous with meat and vegetables. It was delicious. They fed us till our stomachs hurt. Then we danced with the mom and daughter and she taught us their way of dancing till early in the morning. After we danced our dinner off they fed us more morrocon mint tea and so many pastries. It was a night I will never forget.
We found “our spots” like a local coffee shop, bakery, and restaurant which we would frequently visit and built relationships with the workers there. Each of these places made us feel so welcomed every time we entered, the people at the coffee shop had us sit in their best section whenever we would come in.
We met several women on the street who would invite us in their homes and treat us life family.
Moroccons have taught me so much about hospitality. It only took less than a week as a foreigner to be invited into someone’s home, that is amazing!
One day I was reading my bible at the usual coffee shop and then got into a conversation with a man who walked in and sat near me. I ended up telling him what I was doing there at the coffee shop, which was simply reading my Bible. He was excited to see what a Bible looked like, he had never seen one before. He thought I had been reading a dictionary. I was SO excited for him to finally have a Bible in his hands that I ended up giving it to him and he said he was going to read the whole thing front to back and that he was very curious about what it said.
I was thankful for this moment because it renewed my own view of the Bible. When I handed it to him I told him all about what Jesus did for him and I knew I was passing over the most powerful thing in the world. It has changed the way I read the Bible ever since than. It’s easy to forget how much power the gospel holds until you get an opportunity to pass it to someone who has never heard or seen it before. I cannot wait to see how this man’s life will be forever changed. Praise Jesus!
