We began the general conversations of who are you and who are we, ect. Well, I began to tell him about our adoption and how God moved in our hearts and how the Father loved us because He adopted us..... and I pause a moment and decide I might should cool it because I'm not sure where he is at with all this, so I ask him his name. He says, "My name is Mohammed". Beep..... beep... beep.. beep,beepbeepbeepbeepbeep - Click! my mind is whirling, Cindy, I believe you're sitting across from a Muslim! Yep, I sure was:) He was born and raised all his life, all his parents' lives and so on in this belief. He comes from a large family in Saudi Arabia and he goes every year to celebrate Ramadan. He has an open disposition to listen to Christians, but his family does not even like to do business with Jews or Christians; he does not agree with his family's angry attitudes towards them. We had a really good talk, and Jeff even got out his Bible to share a piece of scripture with him, and I was praying that his heart would be open to God's truth. I wished I could say that he received Jesus that night, but I'm beginning to understand that it's not my job to "git'er done". I only need to follow the Holy Spirit's leading and do what God asks of me for that moment, and the rest is up to God. It's really quite simple if you have a "Child like" heart:)
PS- earlier, remember my upsetness with my husbands lack of calculating the correct amount of money we needed?, well lets just say, I could feel a repentance coming on. I was getting an attitude adjustment toward humility, really fast.