Today marked the 9th year anniversary death of ever dearest best friend, jolly good fellow, counselor, pastor, dear father to a son (though not blood related) and husband rolled into one. The day he died was a fateful day of how a good God who loves and takes good care of His children allow a woman of a lowly situation experienced an enchantment of being adored, loved and respected then suddenly snatched that godly man out of her. That pitiful woman groaned with pain inside questioned GOD. Is she the person to be blamed? Was he selfish enough to let her know the real status of his health? Or is this part of GOD’s discipline for letting the relationship bloomed against all odds? Words were not enough to express the pain of being left alone with a son who looked up so dearly with his assuming father who loved him more than his biological father do. It was there beside the coffin that all of these thoughts rushed to invade her. Everything became void… the dreams, plans and hopes goes as a thin smoke in the air that faded gradually in the humid grassy fields. There in the corner of the bench, she outwardly accepted the adversity given to her, welcomed people who showed sympathy with a wry smile. Thanks to the brothers and sisters in the Lord, Pastors, colleagues, co-workers and missionaries who showed deep empathy to her. With all the joy and pain of being tested and tried… an important lesson has to be learned if she may articulate with all her respect from Rev. Alfredo P. Carlos, “LIFE IS TO SHORT, ENJOY IT TO THE FULLEST”. With GOD’s help that woman have grown matured from the pain she had endured and has continually moved on from the pain of being shaken followed by long years of being silent came out the out bursting of joy and total refreshing. She had overcome the past and now moving forward to GOD’S PLAN. PRAISE THE LORD.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 10:41:51 +0000