I didn't realize that Myriam was naturally repeating and retelling the stories to her husband each time. Her husband, a devout Muslim, was not happy that I was telling his wife stories about Jesus. He forbid Myriam to talk to me anymore about Jesus.
When Myriam told me this, I respected her husband's wishes. I did not want Myriam to get into trouble.
One day, sometime later, I went to Myriam's house to do henna, a temporary tattoo made from the henna tree. Myriam was at my feet painting my toes with the thick dark brown paste. She looked up at me and said, "Please tell me another story."
I was suddenly faced with a dilemma. How could I NOT share another story of truth with my friend who was so hungry and thirsty to know the One True Living God? She loved the stories, and they were powerfully impacting her heart and soul! Whispering quietly in her living room, I told her another story and prayed in my heart for God's protection upon us. Her eyes lit up as she listened intently to the story of His love. Several years later, Myriam's heart opened, and Christ became her Lord! Oh the power of HIS story!