Trip to Moroccan Desert Feb 2009
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In February 2009 I went on a week long trip to Morocco with four . The last
few days of the trip involved a 300 odd mile drive to the only part of
Morocco with proper sand-dunes called Merzouga (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erg_Chebbi).
There were eight men in the group; myself, Mark, John and Martin from
the UK and four guys
who live in Morocco. We went to the desert to pray and encounter
God in a different way and our intention was to camp out there from Friday morning until
Sunday morning. I felt for some time before we left that part of
the reason for the trip was about intimacy with Jesus but also I wanted
to call for the Wild Fire. To that end a couple of days before we
left I dyed my hair red as an outward sign of an inner longing for the
fire of God.
This time of year the weather is normally bright, dry, quite hot in the day and very cold at night. However the weather was grey and cloudy and the wind was very strong. As we struggled up the edge of the largest dune the wind turned from strong to pretty ferocious.
The gusts nearly took you off your feet and exposed skin felt like it was being sand-blasted. The climb was long and hard but once at the top we took shelter in the lee of the dune. We were quite surprised to get a few light showers but they didn’t last long so we then spent some time reading our Bibles and then prophesying over, and praying for, each other. In the late afternoon the weather then really changed, the wind switched direction 180 degrees and a huge storm front came at us from over the dunes a few miles to the north.
Black clouds swept in and then the thunder, lightning and rain began. As the light faded the rain also started to include quite significant amounts of hail! We were standing at the top of a huge sand-dune in the Sahara desert in a rain and hail storm with lightening flashing above our heads and thunder rolling all around.
We decided to head back to the Auberge as
staying all night in such weather could be quite dangerous. By
about 10pm the storm had blown itself out and I lay looking up at the
wonder of the stars from the hotel grounds and pondering the crazy day
we’d just had.
Early on the Sunday (8th) to
see daybreak and watch the even more glorious sunrise.
© 2012 Gideon-IT