An Iraqi Prayer

Nate and I have been super blessed to get hooked up with an Iraqi refugee family near our house. It's totally a God thing. Abdul and his wife came over with their 2 kids after their third child, just a baby, was shot in the war in Iraq. This family has every reason to be bitter. To hate. But they aren't. They are giving, and warm. It is rare that you will see Abdul without a smile on his face. 

Communicating was very interesting at first. They hardly understand any English and my Arabic is super rusty from never studying it =). Google Translate has been another God send. 

Even though they are pronounced Muslims, Abdul has been coming with us to church on Sundays. At our church we have a wall in the corner of the gym we use for a sanctuary where people can go and write their prayers and light a candle for someone if they choose. It's a long wall and I love to see people pouring their hearts out to Jesus here.

During the service I typed in my phone what the wall was about to Abdul and as soon as he read the Arabic, he sprung up out of his seat an headed over there.

He didn't even think before writing on the wall. He knew exactly what he wanted to say to God. And although I don't know where he is with the Lord I love that my God knows exactly what was on Abdul's heart, and even what was written here in a tiny corner of this large wall from a man that we struggle to understand. 

God knows. He sees.