hi guys isang life story na talagang aantg sa ating mga puso let us know how LUKI yasay's life works for HIs kingdom
When I was a kid, I often ask myself, why did God create me? Do I have a purpose?
You might ask why I keep on asking myself those questions before... It was because I am an illegitimate child. In colloquial term, "bastardo".
For many years, as I grew, I have lost little faith in Him. The bible says He is the savior, the redeemer, the messiah. But because of the things that happened to me as a child, I began to ask him, Lord, are you really what the bible tells you to be?
For a long time I kept on asking him those questions--WHY??? Why Lord have you forsaken me? I often ask Him those questions when I pray because of the simple reason... Because of the pain I felt when I was a kid...
At three, my mother died... Worst thing here is that, It was a Sunday evening, just after my mom went to church to pray for me who was sick during that time. I was there on the window, I saw my mother on the dark street. My empty face began to lighten up. She smiled as she saw me. I soooo love my mom. Then something happened... Out from nowhere, I saw two men. They came close to my mother, she was 10 meters away from me. I saw the two guys held her. She panicked. She screamed. She pleaded help. The guy on a black jacket took something from his back. I saw a gun. I began to quiver. My tears fell. What can I do. i am only three years of age? I wanted to help her but all I could do is to watch her struggle for her life. After a while, I heard a loud bang. The guys ran away and there I saw my mom lying on the center of the street. With blood in her chest. She was still alive... My uncle ran outside to check on it and saw that she was still breathing. Everyone in the house panicked for they knew my mom was shot. It was a critical instance. I didn't know what to do. I felt the biting cold wind on my skin. They rushed my mom to the hospital through an ambulance. She was struggling for her life. She is determined to live. I know how strong she is. But, unluckily, she died.
My mother died. I couldn't distinguish how I should feel before because I was only three. All I thought, dying is what they call when a person sleeps for a long time and that a coffin meant a comfortable bed for her. But i was wrong. Only long enough, I have realized that by dying, it meant my mom GONE FOREVER.
I pitied myself when I found that out. I was jealous and in deep pain when I see my classmates with their mom during the recess break. I felt that I was totally empty and useless. I felt alone and sad. Every time I hang out with my friends before, I would always try to change topics when the y ask me about my mom. How could I answer such questions from my friends if everytime they try to speak about it, I find myself trembling and feeling unwanted and in maximum despair.
There i said to God, "I could live without you. I can work my life by striving and I won't ask anything from you". I partly rejected God. I instilled to my brain that I can live and breathe without God in me... But I was wrong. All those long years, I was wrong.
God knew the real me. God knew me more than everyone else. Although for a long while, I rejected his presence in me, He would still find a way to bring me back to Him. He used his power to show how magnificent and how wonderful His love is for me. When I was in first year college, a buddy invited me to go to their church. There I found people who are contented and happy. The kind of people who show contentment because they have accepted God and acknowledged him as the SAVIOR, REDEEMER, and FRIEND.
After seeing the scenario, I was enlightened and there I have realized that for the longest time that I was running and trying to find a place suited for me--for the longest time I just ran and ran so fast without knowing where to go, I realized that He was running with me and trying to tell that all along He was there... I just didn't trust him...
He showed me His unconditional love for me. He showed me great things and opened my sight to come back to Him. He was there all the way though I didn't recognize Him. He gave me another chance to come back to His side and work for His glory. And now that I have found Him, I could feel that I am contented. I have changed and I could feel that He is still changing me gradually from glory to glory. And now that I have found my place on his side and His place on my heart, I will never be lost again for my light is eternal, my guide is bigger than the stars, and His love is deeper than all the waters in the earth combined...
And now instead of grief, I now delightfully shout "GOD IS MY REFUGE!"
I hope that in my way I have inspired you to move for the glory of God.
If my faith in God is changing me from glory to glory, is saving me from complete self-destruction, and inspiring and motivating me to help and share God's message to others, imagine how the faith of all true Christians combined together can save souls...
To God be the Glory! ! !
Renewed, Revived, and 100% surely LOVED!
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