As my eyes well up with tears, my heart sinks in my chest.

I look around and I see people who are lost in a religion that consumes through works.

We don’t have to work for your love, HS.

I stare into the eyes of people who are hungry for more, but they don’t know what for yet.

My chest is aching for our Father's children.

Father, I want to scream your name because in it lies hope.

In our searching, you are near.

You’re near to the brokenhearted and the burdened.

Thoughts and questions arise as the tears start to stream down my face.

She looks at me with curiosity and I smile with my eyes.

She is so pretty and deserves to know the freedom that is before her.

Just a glimpse. That’s all she needs to see your glory.

I approach to ask her if I can take a photo, she allows.

She is beautiful.

Maybe, just maybe, in this passing moment, she saw your heart, Father.

You are moving and you are working.

I believe in You.

I trust You.

In You alone there is freedom.

The victory is already won.

 The curious eyes of the sweet lady I met.

 Each person is asked to take off their shoes before they walk into the mosque. As I did this, I asked our Father to prepare my heart and mind before entering. 

 Pictured here is the entrance of the mosque; full of visitors and those of the Islam faith.

This is one of my favorite pictures from this day. Alli is praying over those who don't know the hope and freedom of our Father during the chaos surrounding. We each worshipped and prayed over this mosque for two hours.

If you look over this lady's head, you can see where they have covered up a painting of Jesus with white drapes. The painting is still there and can still be visible from certain viewpoints. 

 Please join me in prayer over the 10/40 window and the Muslim culture. Allow each individual to see and experience the HS. Father, please pour out your love and grace over. Invite them into your embrace. They are so loved and seen. I pray they walk into your freedom. 

with all my love,

PJ