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the loudest whisper

By on Jul 21, 2016

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A little over a month ago, I had the amazing privilege of spending a week with a young believer to help her write down her testimony and a few other things that were heavy on her heart.  Her desire is to get her testimony, along with some evangelistic writings, in booklet form to distribute to friends and family.  I knew from the moment the Lord put this on my plate that He would use this young girl’s story so powerfully.  After our first writing session, I walked away from her humbled…encouraged…and more in love with Jesus.

I got her permission to post and excerpt of her testimony  here on my blog.  I felt that it would encourage so many…that it would speak to your hearts and provoke you to pray for her and so many others just like her–ones who are not free to speak of Jesus so openly, who really know what it means to consider the costs of loving Him and counting Him worthy every.single.day in very real ways.  And also, provoke you to pray that more would have dreams and visions of Jesus–that more would come to know Him…that seeds of His love would be planted so deeply in hearts that no plan of the enemy would ever prosper in plucking them away.

So if I may…

Let me introduce you to my dear friend and sister (*names have been changed to protect identity). This is the story of a faithful God who drew an entire family to Himself by preserving a seed planted nearly 40 years ago and a beautiful young girl who knows what it feels like to have the fire of God burning in her heart.

The Loudest Whisper

“Jesus is real!!!”

It rolled out of my mouth like honey…

Like fire shut up in my bones…

Light pierced through the darkness, dividing the room like a knife.

I stood before my friends—my peers—all of us in amazement of the words that I spoke.  You could have heard a pin drop. I began to describe a Man I barely knew with words that were full of depth and love. As I spoke these words, I felt His old identity as only a prophet disappear.  He emerged in my heart as King as I stood there in the light—alone, in love, exposed and vulnerable.  What would have terrified me months before now proved to make me more bold than I could have ever imagined, as His heart collided with my own.  I stood before everyone in the room, eyes full of hope that they would one day shout those words with me.  My whole being soared.

“Lina…Lina”

The familiar sound of my mother’s voice woke me from my sleep.  How could a dream feel so real? How was it that I could wake up feeling more joy than I’d ever felt in my life? I leaped from bed like it was the first day of a new life. And it was.

My quest to know this Man started much earlier—before I was born, even.  It started with a tiny seed—a dream my father had when he was only six.  In his dream, he saw Jesus and knew in his heart He was the only true God.  It was a dream so vivid and an encounter so real that my father could not deny the beauty and worth and love of Jesus. But because his family was devoted Muslims, he quietly kept the revelation tucked away, like a hidden treasure.  He carried it his whole life, never making mention of this Man and His identity.

 

So, I was born into a home where my parents were uncertain about what they believed. Everyone we loved bowed five times a day to Allah while we tried to quietly fit in.  I often asked my teachers to tell me who Jesus was.  The answer was always the same, “he was a prophet”.  I didn’t understand the account of his miraculous birth. I felt like I didn’t understand anything.

 

In a quiet act of desperation, I found a bible and started reading.  It was the first time in my life that the confusion began to vanish.  I didn’t know much of what I was reading, but somehow it all made sense, as if I were made to know Him and find peace in His words.

 

This was when my first dream happened.

“Jesus is real”….

That morning when I awoke, I really was brand new.  Transformed. I was filled with a knowledge of who He is and the courage to speak His name.  I told my family.  I told my extended family.  Most of them were angry.  Most of them tried their best to frustrate me. But I was prepared to stand, because in that dream as real as life, I had already stood before man and claimed Jesus as my King and my Savior.  God prepared my heart to be steadfast.  God was showing me He watches over every detail of my life in love and careful leading.  He was showing Himself trustworthy.  It is just like a good Father to lay out perfect provision for each step of the way.

So for now, I hold the most precious secret in my heart.  It is dangerous for me to speak of the greatest Love I know…it is dangerous for anyone to suspect that my life has changed.  Some days it feels nearly impossible to hold the love of Jesus so tightly to my chest. Some days I plead with Him to let me speak.  But for now, I obey the voice of my Father and I wait…I remain in Him and He in me.

but to us there is one God, the Father of whom are all things, and we in Him; and one Lord Jesus Christ by whom are all things, and we in Him. 

1Corinthians 8:6