(*ะ ะพััะธั ะฒะฝะธะทั)
The Womenโs Conference was a week away, and I panicked. I wasnโt confident my proposed topic would resonate with the participants. I had put two years of work into it, and now I was ready to give it all up to avoid rejection. This material was so important to me because it was birthed out of my personal search for identity and significance as a woman. I was eager to share the freedom and truths I had discovered in my process, but I was so nervous that I was ready to cower. Iโve faced such moments before in other situations, but God had never allowed me to give in to fear. He did not allow it this time, either.
My spiritual director gave me a retreat plan as a parting gift just before the conference. The content of the retreat focused on trauma, which at first seemed irrelevant to me. However, I decided to do the retreat and was surprised at what God revealed to me:
When I reflected on my panic and what might have been behind it, I remembered a situation from 15 years prior. As a young believer, I was already desiring to serve others. Being fluent in English and reading Western spiritual literature encouraged me to share lessons Iโd been learning with other girls. I soon developed my first study course on godliness and gathered a group of girls in the church to share the course. To my disappointment, they did not accept me as a teacher, which hurt me deeply.
In response to that experience, I buried my yet-undiscovered gift of teaching deep and decided never to return to it again. This awareness shed light on my current fears and panic attack, but that wasnโt all.
God began to show me events and opportunities through which He was slowly bringing to the surface the gift of teaching I had buried. It started at a leadership conference a few years earlier when my friends asked me to share a testimony at a womenโs time they organized. As it turned out later, I not only got to share my story but also became the keynote speaker. I viewed the unplanned experience negatively and even jokingly accused my friends of setting me up for failure.
But, after the event, a staff woman approached me and asked me to share the same topic upon our return with a group of women in our city. I was surprised that she was interested in my story but agreed to give it another try. This time, I was well prepared and received a positive response.
Other opportunities followed to speak to women and share my insights and life lessons at different events. God also reminded me of how others had repeatedly told me of my ability to teach, but I had not taken it seriously then.
So, to my surprise, my retreat ended with the healing of my trauma and me being fully prepared to speak at the Womenโs Conference. This time, the response exceeded my expectations. And then, it was as if God opened the heavens and poured out more opportunities to teach – not only in my country but in our region also.
Each opportunity was a gift and an invitation to follow God boldly, even though I didnโt understand why I was honored to stand before others, much less teach. He continues to affirm me in my gifting and recently encouraged me with the words of my pastor. In expressing gratitude after a Spiritual Formation course I taught at church, he said, โYou are teaching not only on your behalf but on behalf of all the women in the church, witnessing that women in our region can teach too!โ I am grateful to God for His work in my life and the privilege of serving others through the spiritual gifts He has entrusted me with.
**I am preparing to serve in Lebanon. During the Women’s Stories webinar, I shared this poem describing my call to this beautiful and unique place. I am honored to share it here, also.
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To Lebanon
You invaded my life with compassion,
Exploding my soul with your pain.
Calling out with the need so insane,
Overflowing my heart with passion.
Your beauty was so captivating
Shining through with unbreakable hope.
Joy of life that can never be lost
Ever growing with strength so amazing.
You became my most happy place.
Oh, how could I deny this love story?
As I hear your voice that keeps calling,
Back to you I will find my way.
So allow me to wipe all your tears
And to cover your wounds with myrrh.
Let me drive away every storm,
Lifting up all your pain and fears.
For I know your revival is near
Bringing back those glorious days.
Breaking forth as the bright sun rays
Peace and freedom will surely appear.
ะะฐะบ ั ะทะดะตัั ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐัั?
ะะพ ะะตะฝัะบะพะน ะบะพะฝัะตัะตะฝัะธะธ ะพััะฐะฒะฐะปะฐัั ะฝะตะดะตะปั ะธ ั ะฑัะปะฐ ะพั ะฒะฐัะตะฝะฐ ะฟะฐะฝะธะบะพะน. ะฏ ะฝะต ะฑัะปะฐ ัะฒะตัะตะฝะฐ, ััะพ ะฟัะตะดะปะพะถะตะฝะฝะฐั ะผะฝะพะน ัะตะผะฐ ะฝะฐะนะดะตั ะพัะบะปะธะบ ะฒ ัะตัะดัะฐั ััะฐััะฝะธั. ะฏ ะฒะปะพะถะธะปะฐ ะฒ ะฝะตะต 2 ะณะพะดะฐ ัะฐะฑะพัั ะธ ัะตะฟะตัั ะฑัะปะฐ ะณะพัะพะฒะฐ ะฒัะต ะฑัะพัะธัั, ะปะธัั ะฑั ะฝะต ััะพะปะบะฝััััั ั ะพัะฒะตัะถะตะฝะธะตะผ. ะะฝะต ะฑัะป ะพัะตะฝั ะดะพัะพะณ ะฝะฐัะฐะฑะพัะฐะฝะฝัะน ะผะฐัะตัะธะฐะป, ะฒะตะดั ะพะฝ ะฒะบะปััะฐะป ะฒ ัะตะฑั ะผะพะธ ะปะธัะฝัะต ะฟะพะธัะบะธ ะธะดะตะฝัะธัะฝะพััะธ ะธ ะทะฝะฐัะธะผะพััะธ, ะบะฐะบ ะถะตะฝัะธะฝั. ะะฝะต ะฝะต ัะตัะฟะตะปะพัั ะฟะพะดะตะปะธัััั ะพะฑัะตัะตะฝะฝะพะน ัะฒะพะฑะพะดะพะน ะธ ะพัะบััััะผะธ ะฒ ะฟัะพัะตััะต ะธััะธะฝะฐะผะธ, ะฝะพ ะผะฐะฝะดัะฐะถ ะฑัะป ะฝะฐััะพะปัะบะพ ัะธะปัะฝัะผ, ััะพ ั ะณะพัะพะฒะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ัะฟะฐัะพะฒะฐัั. ะะพะดะพะฑะฝัะต ะผะพะผะตะฝัั ัะปััะฐะปะธัั ะธ ัะฐะฝััะต ะฒ ะดััะณะธั ัะธััะฐัะธัั , ะฝะพ ะะพะณ ะฝะธะบะพะณะดะฐ ะฝะต ะดะฐะฒะฐะป ะผะฝะต ะฟะพะดะดะฐัััั ัััะฐั ั. ะะต ะดะพะฟัััะธะป ะะฝ ััะพะณะพ ะธ ะฒ ััะพั ัะฐะท.
ะขะฐะบ ะฟะพะปััะธะปะพัั, ััะพ ะผะพั ะดัั ะพะฒะฝัะน ััะบะพะฒะพะดะธัะตะปั ะฟะพะดะฐัะธะปะฐ ะผะฝะต ะฟะปะฐะฝ ัะตััะธัะฐ ะฒ ะบะฐัะตััะฒะต ะฟัะพัะฐะปัะฝะพะณะพ ะฟะพะดะฐัะบะฐ, ะบะฐะบ ัะฐะท ะฟะตัะตะด ะบะพะฝัะตัะตะฝัะธะตะน. ะกะพะดะตัะถะฐะฝะธะต ัะตััะธัะฐ ะฑัะปะพ ััะพะบััะธัะพะฒะฐะฝะพ ะฝะฐ ััะฐะฒะผะฐั , ััะพ ะฒะฝะฐัะฐะปะต ะฟะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะพัั ะดะปั ะผะตะฝั ะฝะต ะฐะบััะฐะปัะฝัะผ. ะะพ ั ะฒัะต ะถะต ัะตัะธะปะฐ ะฟัะพะฒะตััะธ ัะตััะธั ะธ ัะดะธะฒะธะปะฐัั ัะพะผั, ััะพ ะะพะณ ะผะฝะต ะพัะบััะป:
ะ ะฐะทะผััะปัั ะพ ะผะพะตะผ ะผะฐะฝะดัะฐะถะต ะธ ะพ ัะพะผ, ััะพ ะผะพะณะปะพ ะทะฐ ะฝะธะผ ััะพััั, ะฟัะธะฒะตะปะพ ะผะฝะต ะฝะฐ ะฟะฐะผััั ัะธััะฐัะธั, ะฟัะพะธะทะพัะตะดััั 15 ะปะตั ะฝะฐะทะฐะด. ะัะดััะธ ะผะพะปะพะดะพะน ะฒะตััััะตะน, ั ัะถะต ัะพะณะดะฐ ัะธะปัะฝะพ ะณะพัะตะปะฐ ะถะตะปะฐะฝะธะตะผ ัะปัะถะธัั. ะะปะฐะดะตั ะฐะฝะณะปะธะนัะบะธะผ ัะทัะบะพะผ, ั ัะธัะฐะปะฐ ะผะฝะพะณะพ ะทะฐะฟะฐะดะฝะพะน ะดัั ะพะฒะฝะพะน ะปะธัะตัะฐัััั ะธ ั ะพัะตะปะฐ ะดะตะปะธัััั ะฟะพะปััะตะฝะฝัะผะธ ะทะฝะฐะฝะธัะผะธ ะธ ััะพะบะฐะผะธ ั ะดััะณะธะผะธ ะดะตะฒััะบะฐะผะธ. ะัะบะพัะต ัะฐะทัะฐะฑะพัะฐะปะฐ ัะฒะพะน ะฟะตัะฒัะน ััะตะฑะฝัะน ะบััั ะฟะพ ะฑะปะฐะณะพัะตััะธั ะธ ัะพะฑัะฐะปะฐ ะณััะฟะฟั ะธะท ะดะตะฒััะตะบ ะฒ ัะตัะบะฒะธ. ะ ะผะพะตะผั ัะฐะทะพัะฐัะพะฒะฐะฝะธั ะพะฝะธ ะฝะต ะฟัะธะฝัะปะธ ะผะตะฝั, ะบะฐะบ ััะธัะตะปั, ััะพ ัะธะปัะฝะพ ะผะตะฝั ัะฐะฝะธะปะพ.
ะ ะพัะฒะตั ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะปััะตะฝะฝัั ััะฐะฒะผั ั ะทะฐะบะพะฟะฐะปะฐ ัะฒะพะน ะตัะต ะฝะตัะฐัะบััะฒัะธะนัั ะดะฐั ััะธัะตะปั ะณะปัะฑะพะบะพ ะธ ะฑะพะปััะต ะบ ะฝะตะผั ะฝะต ะฒะพะทะฒัะฐัะฐะปะฐัั. ะัะพะทะฝะฐะฝะธะต ะฒัะตะณะพ ััะพะณะพ ะฟัะพะปะธะปะพ ัะฒะตั ะฝะฐ ะผะพะธ ัััะฐั ะธ ะธ ะฟะตัะตะถะธะฒะฐะฝะธั, ะฝะพ ััะพ ะฑัะปะพ ะฝะต ะฒัะต.
ะะพะณ ะฝะฐัะฐะป ะฟะพะบะฐะทัะฒะฐัั ะผะฝะต ัะพะฑััะธั ะธ ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพััะธ, ั ะฟะพะผะพััั ะบะพัะพััั ะะฝ ะผะตะดะปะตะฝะฝะพ ะฒััะฐัะบะธะฒะฐะป ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฒะตัั ะฝะพััั ะทะฐะบะพะฟะฐะฝะฝัะน ะผะฝะพะน ะบะพะณะดะฐ-ัะพ ะดะฐั ััะธัะตะปั. ะัะต ะฝะฐัะฐะปะพัั ั ัะพะณะพ, ััะพ ะฝะตัะบะพะปัะบะพ ะปะตั ะฝะฐะทะฐะด ะฝะฐ ะพะดะฝะพะน ะธะท ะปะธะดะตััะบะธั ะบะพะฝัะตัะตะฝัะธะน ะฟะพะดััะณะธ ะฟะพะฟัะพัะธะปะธ ะผะตะฝั ะฟะพะดะตะปะธัััั ัะฒะธะดะตัะตะปัััะฒะพะผ ะพ ัะพัะผะธัะพะฒะฐะฝะธะธ ะฝะฐัะตะน ะดัั ะพะฒะฝะพะน ะดััะถะฑั ะฝะฐ ะถะตะฝัะบะพะผ ะฒัะตะผะตะฝะธ, ะทะฐ ะบะพัะพัะพะต ะพะฝะธ ะพัะฒะตัะฐะปะธ. ะะฐะบ ะฒัััะฝะธะปะพัั ะฟะพะทะถะต, ั ะฝะต ะฟัะพััะพ ะดะพะปะถะฝะฐ ะฑัะปะฐ ะฟะพะดะตะปะธัััั ัะฒะพะตะน ะธััะพัะธะตะน, ะฝะพ ะพะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐัั ะณะปะฐะฒะฝัะผ ัะฟะธะบะตัะพะผ. ะฏ ัะฐััะตะฝะธะปะฐ ััะพั ะพะฟัั, ะบะฐะบ ะฝะตะณะฐัะธะฒะฝัะน ะธ ะดะฐะถะต ัััั ะพะฑะฒะธะฝัะปะฐ ะฟะพะดััะณ ะฒ ะฟะพะดััะฐะฒะต.
ะะพ ะพะดะฝะฐ ะธะท ัะพัััะดะฝะธั ะฟะพะดะพัะปะฐ ะบะพ ะผะฝะต ะฟะพัะปะต ััะพะณะพ ัะพะฑััะธั ะธ ะฟะพะฟัะพัะธะปะฐ ะผะตะฝั ะฟะพะดะตะปะธัััั ััะพะน ะถะต ัะตะผะพะน ั ะณััะฟะฟะพะน ะถะตะฝัะธะฝ ะฒ ะฝะฐัะตะผ ะณะพัะพะดะต ะฟะพ ะฒะพะทะฒัะฐัะตะฝะธั. ะฏ ัะดะธะฒะธะปะฐัั, ััะพ ะตะต ะทะฐะธะฝัะตัะตัะพะฒะฐะปะฐ ะผะพั ะธััะพัะธั, ะฝะพ ัะพะณะปะฐัะธะปะฐัั. ะ ััะพั ัะฐะท ั ั ะพัะพัะพ ะฟะพะดะณะพัะพะฒะธะปะฐัั ะธ ะฟะพะปััะธะปะฐ ะฟะพะปะพะถะธัะตะปัะฝัะน ะพัะบะปะธะบ.
ะะพัะปะต ััะพะณะพ ะฟะพัะปะธ ะธ ะดััะณะธะต ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพััะธ ะฒััััะฟะฐัั ะฟะตัะตะด ะถะตะฝัะธะฝะฐะผะธ ะธ ะดะตะปะธัััั ะะพะถัะธะผะธ ะพัะบัะพะฒะตะฝะธัะผะธ ะธ ััะพะบะฐะผะธ ะถะธะทะฝะธ. ะะพะณ ัะฐะบะถะต ะฝะฐะฟะพะผะฝะธะป ะผะฝะต, ะบะฐะบ ะดััะณะธะต ะฝะต ัะฐะท ะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะธ ะผะฝะต ะพ ะผะพะธั ัะฟะพัะพะฑะฝะพัััั ะฟัะตะฟะพะดะฐะฒะฐัั, ัะพะปัะบะพ ั ะฝะต ะฟัะธะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ ะธั ะฒัะตััะตะท.
ะขะฐะบะธะผ ะพะฑัะฐะทะพะผ, ะฝะตะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะฝะพ ะดะปั ัะฐะผะพะน ัะตะฑั, ะผะพะน ัะตััะธั ะทะฐะฒะตััะธะปัั ะธััะตะปะตะฝะธะตะผ ััะฐะฒะผั ะธ ะฟะพะปะฝะพะน ะณะพัะพะฒะฝะพัััั ะฒััััะฟะธัั ะฝะฐ ะะตะฝัะบะพะน ะบะพะฝัะตัะตะฝัะธะธ. ะ ััะพั ัะฐะท ะพัะบะปะธะบ ะฟัะตะฒะทะพัะตะป ะฒัะต ะผะพะธ ะพะถะธะดะฐะฝะธั. ะ ะดะฐะปััะต ะะพะณ ัะปะพะฒะฝะพ ัะฐัะบััะป ะฝะตะฑะตัะฐ ะธ ะพัััะดะฐ ะฟะพะฒะฐะปะธะปะพ ะตัะต ะฑะพะปััะต ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพััะตะน ะฟัะตะฟะพะดะฐะฒะฐัั ะฝะต ัะพะปัะบะพ ะฒ ัะฒะพะตะน ัััะฐะฝะต, ะฝะพ ะธ ะทะฐ ะตะต ะฟัะตะดะตะปะฐะผะธ.
ะะฐะถะดะฐั ะฒะพะทะผะพะถะฝะพััั ะฑัะปะฐ ะดะฐัะพะผ ะธ ะฟัะธะณะปะฐัะตะฝะธะตะผ ัะผะตะปะพ ัะปะตะดะพะฒะฐัั ะทะฐ ะะพะณะพะผ, ะดะฐะถะต ะบะพะณะดะฐ ั ะฝะต ะฟะพะฝะธะผะฐะปะฐ, ะทะฐ ััะพ ัะดะพััะพะตะฝะฐ ัะตััะธ ััะพััั ะฟะตัะตะด ะดััะณะธะผะธ ะธ ัะตะผ ะฑะพะปะตะต ััะธัั. ะะฝ ะฟัะพะดะพะปะถะฐะตั ััะฒะตัะถะดะฐัั ะผะตะฝั ะธ ะฝะตะดะฐะฒะฝะพ ะพะฑะพะดัะธะป ัะปะพะฒะฐะผะธ ะผะพะตะณะพ ะฟะฐััะพัะฐ, ะบะพัะพััะน ะฒััะฐะถะฐั ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐัะฝะพััั ะฟะพัะปะต ะฟัะพะฒะตะดะตะฝะฝะพะณะพ ะผะฝะพะน ะบัััะฐ ะฟะพ ะัั ะพะฒะฝะพะผั ัะพัะผะธัะพะฒะฐะฝะธั ัะบะฐะทะฐะป: ยซะขั ะฟัะตะฟะพะดะฐะตัั ะฝะต ัะพะปัะบะพ ะพั ัะฒะพะตะณะพ ะธะผะตะฝะธ, ะฝะพ ะธ ะพั ะธะผะตะฝะธ ะฒัะตั ะถะตะฝัะธะฝ ะฒ ัะตัะบะฒะธ, ัะฒะธะดะตัะตะปัััะฒัั ะพ ัะพะผ, ััะพ ะถะตะฝัะธะฝั ะฒ ะฝะฐัะตะผ ัะตะณะธะพะฝะต ัะพะถะต ะผะพะณัั ััะธัั!ยป. ะฏ ะฑะปะฐะณะพะดะฐัะฝะฐ ะะพะณั ะทะฐ ะะณะพ ัะฐะฑะพัั ะฒ ะผะพะตะน ะถะธะทะฝะธ ะธ ะฟัะธะฒะธะปะตะณะธั ัะปัะถะธัั ะดััะณะธะผ ะดะฐะฝะฝัะผะธ ะผะฝะต ะดัั ะพะฒะฝัะผะธ ะดะฐัะฐะผะธ.








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Thank you for sharing this vulnerable story, Luda. I’m so excited for your next adventure. I know God is going to work in and through you as you move to your beloved Lebanon to serve Him.
Luda, thank you so much for sharing your story here! Iโve had the privilege of hearing you teach in person, and I can affirm that itโs most definitely one of your gifts and strengths. May the Lord continue to bless you as you walk by faith in Lebanon.โค๏ธ