When I was at the lowest point of my life, almost losing my daughter to a disease we never thought she had, I also almost lost all hope and faith if not for my faithful friends. Faithful not just to me, but to the Almighty Living God. They pushed me and brought me back to the feet of Jesus because they know it was only Him who could bring me up to my feet again. They knew who could help me, they knew their
words and encouragement would be but temporary "help", they knew who I really needed at that time.
I was paralyzed then, paralyzed by fear, helplessness, doubt. Confused, fearing my cries would not be heard, fearing this paralysis would be of me until the end, These friends of mine made every effort to
bring me back, bring me back to the feet of my Creator, whom they know can reverse everything, whom they know has a promise in store for me, my kids, my husband, my whole family.
Just like the story of the four friends who made every effort to bring their paralyzed friend to the feet of Jesus by climbing up the roof (since the house where Jesus was was full already) and cutting a hole just so they can lower him down, my friends did the same. They climbed the roof for me and made a hole for me to be lowered down exactly where Jesus was. They did not mind what others would say about what they did, they did not mind what others would say about what they believed in, they did not mind about what others would say about their faith. And because of their faith, I was forgiven for my lack of faith and healed of my paralysis. Because of their faith, many, not just me, were amazed.
And i am grateful. I am grateful for these friends whom I have who helped me. In prayers and in deeds. In their walk and their talk, I am truly blessed.
written: 27 April 2012 0930
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