I’m here this morning struggling to know what to write about. Something that will speak from the heart of God to yours. Something that He’s taught me that I can share with you. But nothing’s coming. And the deadline is looming. So, although it doesn’t have anything to do with marriage, I’ll share what’s been on my heart for the past couple of weeks.
I picked up two books at the library about life for women in the Middle East. Especially those countries that have myriad restrictions on women – how they live, what they wear, their education. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about. Those books, plus a few others I’d read earlier, turned my world upside down.
Then I had the honor of hearing about a women’s center in one of those countries that friends of ours opened this year. A center where women can be educated safely and their incomprehensible need for resources. They have 400 women signed up for classes soon. Four hundred. In six month’s time.
And my heart is pulled to help in some way. So when I asked how I could help in ways other than financial, the dear sister looked at me and without hesitating said, “Come! Come and teach!” And my heart at once shrunk back in fear. But then surged forward for that is my gifting – teaching and encouraging women. But then my heart shrank back in fear again. Isn’t that the way it goes? I want every woman to have the opportunity to be all that God has called her to be; to use her gifts and talents to help others.
As the days have gone by that seed just keeps mulling around and I keep telling myself, “It’s not safe. It’s crazy. I don’t have that much faith.” But then, faith grows. The seed has been planted. And I’ll wait to see if God does anything to make it grow, flourish and bloom in His timing. It’s scary to voice that. It’s scarier still to allow God to plant that seed and give Him permission to do with it what He wants. In the meantime, please join me in praying for these precious women.