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Topic: Trust and Obey (don't write about the song) (05/21/15)
- TITLE: A Longing Soul
By Loni Bowden-Horn
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What was she going to do? She had been frantically searching for her husband for six weeks, but no one had seen him. Her sandals were dusty and worn from walking up and down the rocky pathways and hilly terrain in her homeland of Iraq.
He husband Habeeb had mouthed the words, “Trust in the Lord to supply all your needs,” before he slipped away in the darkness of night to smuggle a group of Christians across the border.
Her faith had been put to the test since she had converted to Christianity. Her father’s words reverberated in her mind, “If you become a Christian, you will never be welcome in our house or community. You will be an outcast.”
While her mother stood by watching, her father’s rage continued to intensify as he shoved her out the door. “Get out! I never want to see you again. I no longer have a daughter.” Abdella was left alone on the deserted street to fend for herself.
Defiantly, she married Habeeb and Abdella and her husband fled to the home of their friend Musaf. The mud and brick home of Musaf was one of the safe places offered to Christian missionaries. Abdella was given a stipend from the missionary board to teach children. Abdella and Habeeb longed to hold a child in their arms one day.
Abdella closed her eyes, bowed her head, and prayed silently for God’s direction. She pondered the significance of the Bible verse that came to mind, “I lift up my eyes to the hills, from where comes my help? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth“ Psalm 121:1
The bleating of the sheep in the distance jarred her mind back to reality. Abdella knew she was being called on to follow the small still voice of the true lamb. Her eyes were fixed upon the steep precipice ahead, as she felt God leading her in that direction.
As Abdella crested the ridge, tears welled up in her eyes as she gazed upon her husband’s disfigured face impaled on a sharp metal pole. Habeeb’s face was bruised and battered from the massive beating he must have sustained. His distorted facial features had congealed blood oozing from his broken nose and the porous vestiges of his skin.
She shivered as she read the inscription below the stake, “Let this be a warning to anyone who has plans of defying Allah. We do not tolerate anyone who does not follow the teaching of Islam. This infidel believed that Jesus Christ was the only way to receive eternal life, and he was put to death as a result of his heresy."
As Abdella rubbed her stomach, she felt a stirring in her womb. Exhaustion assaulted her weary body, as she stumbled over to a tree to get respite from the unbearable heat.
How was she going to raise a child without Habeeb to help her? Abdella couldn’t understand why God had decided that her baby would grow up without a father.
Then a realization dawned on her. God would watch over and protect her son or daughter as he promised. She would dedicate this child to God who gave her such a beautiful gift in the midst of her heartache.
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