So this weekend, my mom and Febe was in town.
In fact, I've just sent them off a few hours ago.
WOW!
Wow God wow!
That's all I can say..
I'm loving every second I spent with the two. Good food, good times.
But above them all, good talk.
The best kind of talk where God is so evident, so powerful, so ever-present, in everything that we said.
Sometimes we tend to talk about God's miracle like it was so far away, so abstract, when actually it is right there in front of us. So tangible, we can grasp it with our hands.
For example, when Febe mentioned about Dad and the accident and his sickness. We can see how God allowed his pride to be crushed. And out of a new-found humility, God shaped His character : more Christ, less of himself. I knew who my dad was, and I know who he is now. And all I can see is miracle written all over him. Through the worst the world can assume, God brings in His best for our good.
Not to mentioned how God put a heart of a giver in my mom. An accountant by heart and by profession lol. Knowing who she was, and who she is : another miracle. Grace. Lots and lots of grace.
And Febe! It's pure joy, pure blessing, to see the person you knew from mere infant, is now running side by side with you in this race towards God. We are sisters by blood, but sisters-in-Christ by choice. She has her own journey of faith, as I have mine. And every steps and decisions we've made for God, has brought us closer than ever.
I guess what I'm trying to say here is when God is the center of your universe, the rest is well-taken care of. When God is the only thing that your heart longs for, He always proves that He is more than enough.
He is my miracle.
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