Taste love through worst pain

A certain young lady was talking to me about her fear of doctors and hospitals. I wondered where this was going. It was the smell of Dettol, anti-septic creams, latex gloves, syringes, mobile equipments, beds, sample collection vials and heavy lights. She was terrified and would cringe about it at any point even when there was casualty. On an another day, she was swiftly moving past a busy crowd. It was a narrow hallway with many metal hooks on one side similar to the ones where children hang school bags at school.

She hit her right thigh so hard. Extreme pain and heat rose up in few minutes. In few hours, that part of her thigh became swollen and appeared like a big red tomato. She was taking in her pain but it was too much to bear. She groaned with pain and fearing doctor at the same time. She didn’t know how to treat her pain and reduce her swelling. But she had been constantly hearing of someone whom she could trust. So she prayed to God. She also applied oil on the wounded area quietly mumbling to herself ” By the wounds of Lord Jesus Christ, I’m healed”. She kept repeating these words with faith and only hope. She decided not to visit the doctor, fearing the treatments and pain.

Within 6 hours, the wounded area was reducing in size. The change was much visible to her so she did not give up her proclamation. She continued until it was completely gone. God indeed had watched her word of faith and prayer. She was waiting for His Almighty power and he blessed her with healing. He healed her quickly without any other treatments. She is grateful to God for this miracle and leads a life pleasing to Him. May God of great compassion bless her and may His awesome presence be with her. His love heals.

Strong & blind versus Humble & trusting

A beautiful young woman in her late 40s came home from work, thinking to herself “What a long day, it’s been! As she was nearing home, she found her front door had been broken in and entered by some stranger. Trembling from head to toe, she was wondering whether it was safe to enter her own home. Despite her fears, her eyes looked around to her safe keep and wondered if everything were safe.

Her furniture had been broken. It appeared as if someone had rummaged her whole house, and tried their wit’s end to access her safe keep. Her dark and gloomy house with all bits and pieces of her things scattered everywhere said a lot about the strangers and their needs. She was the only person living in her house. She had no companion with her. She was desperate for help.

In a panicky scene right before her, her heart was melting away with sorrow and her fears giving way to weird imaginations. She turned around to the wall and prayed to God quietly mumbling in her heart, “Please Lord, remember me and my prayers and vows to you”. She continued her search for her trinket box where she kept her valuables. To her surprise, she found it. That small area of her house was untouched and undisturbed by the stranger. Although the whole house was a mess, she gladly put forth her statement to her neighbours that her trinket box with all her valuables were indeed safe.

This was the Lord’s doing. It is still marvellous in our eyes. She is indeed a happy woman enjoying the love of God and the riches of His grace.

Killing fear of death

In the year 1985, we were living in our hometown. We led a simple, relaxed life of contentment and comfort. We lived liked we had no worries in the world. Our home itself was a different world. Once the door was shut, no matter what happened in the world would never bother us. There were absolute peace and harmony in the family until one day when a far relative turned witch intervened us. She would give us something to eat, something to play with to bring us close to her. My father being a kind gentleman appreciated her offer and also allowed her to stay with us every now and then.

No one realized the cunning, craftiness and hidden wrong motives of the so-called dear relative. Her witchcraft took effect. Days passed by, my father consequently became ill, tired and fearful. My mother had been exhausted with her hard work to keep up mothering, home chores and coping up with illness. My father faced the biggest fear, the fear of death. Many times, he would panic, speak about the end of his life and his struggle was never-ending. He would often find easy things hard to believe and try very hard to balance work, family, and fears. His hope of living and seeing good days was diminishing day by day. As usual, on a Sunday morning, we got up to go to church. There, my parents listened to the good news of Jesus Christ. They came to know that Jesus won over death and powers of the evil. And anyone who believes in Jesus Christ shall be saved. This truth transformed my dad’s heart and mind.

He put his belief in Jesus. He gained confidence. He found strength in God. He put his hope in God. He trusted in his word. There was more life in dad than before. Our home became peaceful and tranquil with assurance of God’s presence in the midst of us. He loved and praised God because he delivered him from the fear of death. He is now a grateful man in his 60s.