“I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. …he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand.”Psalm 40:1-2
Tahira, a Muslim convert to Christianity, is desperate. When ISIS came within a few miles of her village, it was time to leave. Her husband, a pastor of Syrian origin working in Iraq, claimed asylum in Sweden and hoped to bring her over soon. Meanwhile, she has had no choice but to wait in Jordan with their young boy and the baby still growing inside her. The lines outside the embassies are long, and on the rare occasions that she manages to speak to anyone beyond the high security walls, the answers are inconclusive. All she can do is wait… until a miracle happens and she gets permission to move to Sweden, or until the jihadists she’s fled for years track her down and kill her for rejecting her Muslim faith.
In response, Tahira refuses to trust anyone but the Lord. “I know that God loves me,” she says. “I feel His hand in everything I do. But this waiting… it’s like everything is suspended.” As we all wait for the Lord to move in various situations in our lives, may we put our faith in the solid rock of Jesus.
Pray for Tahira, her husband, her son, and her baby, that they might know God’s love for them in their waiting.