Riding home on an hour bus ride from Monkey Island we, like normal, stopped at a bus stop to let more people on. A few Muslim women get on the bus, (wicked typical, nothing out of the ordinary) and they had two little girls, both were beautiful. I actually started to tear up looking at the younger one thinking about Liv and Elle and how I have not interacted with children in 17 days, (the longest I think I have ever gone without kids, it’s a big deal for me!)
The older one sat in front of me and she started to doze off. You know when you are on plane or something and you start to like lose your head, and keep waking up when you realize it falls down? So she was doing that, at first I smiled, then I got a little sad. Poor girl was obviously exhausted. Brought to my memory again how when we first got here I had the revelation that this country’s spiritual atmosphere deals with exhaustion due to worshipping millions of false gods, or worshipping a false god five times a day, etc. Heidi explained it too in here blog over at www.HeidiTobe.theworldrace.org
So I decided to start praying for the girl in front of me. I was praying for her to have rest and then my heart just started to break. This poor girl is going to grow up without having the peace and rest from Jesus Christ. When she is afraid, tired, weary, lonely, hopeless, anxious, confused, she will not have Jesus to run down and lie in still green pastures with.
I start to cry. This poor girl will grow up and not have the love of Christ, the girl is missing out on the One True God, she will not be dancing with me in eternity.
I am trying to hide my tears. I am trying to pretend that I am mouthing words from my iPod but really I was praying for this sweet girl.
Praying that she would come to know the love of Christ.
Praying that she would get away from Islam.
Praying that a crazy story would be written on her life.
Praying that that she would be able to love and worship Jesus.
Praying that no matter what her ID card was stamped with that it would be erased and she will be free to believe.
Praying that she would be dancing with Jesus in eternity.
As I was praying I was listening to United Pursuit and the lyrics were
“Love of God, overflow, permeate in my soul“
So I just kept praying that over her, for her life, for her sister.
I know my Father in Heaven loves me and hears my prayers. I know that He loves each and every single person that He created in the womb on this earth. I know He is crazy and gives us the desires of our hearts. I know a quiet prayer on a crowded bus with screaming children is just as loud as one in the most beautiful Church on the highest mountain. I know my God saves. I know my God is love.
I know I will be dancing with her in Heaven.
