- a testimony of faith -
One day, I came home to the dorm from my OBAS duty - all drained, tired, sleepy, hungry, smelly - one of the horrible feelings in the world perhaps, but things can actually get even worse. When I entered the room, I realized that we don't have drinking water. I saw a loadful of dirty laundry still waiting for me to wash. I wanted to text, but I realized I didn't have any load. I opened my wallet, and counted PhP 3.65. I looked at the empty room, the empty beds, and feeling all empty, I just wanted to break down.
After getting a few hours of sleep, I took my bath and washed my clothes, boiled water from the CR faucet to cook my noodles, and read my Bible. In the stillness of the night, I prayed. I bared my broken soul and opened my helpless heart. I argued, discussed, spoke boldly with God about my messed up, sick and seemingly worthless existence. I laid out my fears, my worries, my envious thoughts, my wicked ways. Like a warrior worn out from battle, I surrendered completely. Like a child to a father, I drowned in His arms.
Five minutes after I closed my very long prayer, my sister texted: "Atsy, we're sending you money tomorrow."
I couldn't help it. I simply broke down in tears. Wept without shame. My prayers have been answered. I have felt God move in my life. I have just encountered Him. I have witnessed Him working in my life. I am forever thankful. I will be forever grateful.
It is by faith I walk this path. I am blind in my quest, yet I have a strong heart, because I have a mighty God. People won't understand me. I don't either.
But this is my calling.
It is my fate.
It is my life.
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