Tuesday, February 2, 2016


      This Word was dropped on me yesterday and I looked around at my photos and, when seeing me on this when on another place in Morocco where we would be blessing and praying for people, in our hearts, to say the least.  It was a God-gift to be in Morocco -- Spring, '01 -- and that's truly what I count on day-by-day.

       I put the cross there when I came back from Morocco.  It had been given to me and many very secretly and carefully that came from an underground area in one of the main cities.  I've never forgotten them.  Some were kids, too.  So, I have kept this cross there every day and I can't forget.

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Floyd Samons said...

Ride 'em, Cowgirl! How cool is that? Not just the ride, but the time and the meeting of others in Christ and being given a gift. That's wonderful.

Hazel Moon said...

You riding on that donkey reminded me of Jesus riding into Jerusalem. What a glorious time you must have had sharing Jesus where ever you went. Thank you for sharing this with us here at Tell me a Story.