When I was a little girl, my fantasy and dreamland were built with love of my family. It was a seed which was planted with GOD’s blessings. Since young we were thought about Christ the lord though we were born Hindus. My father had an extraordinary passion for Christ and we inherited that love for Christ as a family.
As I grew, my love for my mum and dad grew with me. I learnt how they had sacrificed their life for our bright futures. Mum and dad were born on the same day, month and year, and they shared a wonderful life of love together. Dad earned a little income but he was a wise man; he stood by the word of GOD and was able to provide us with good shelter, food, security and most valuably his wonderful love for the family. Mum was a dedicated woman who thought us the important virtues in life. She installed a valuable asset within us – Education.
When I was 17, dad lost his eye sight of his right eye. It was a painful chapter I recalled as he had to leave his job. Mum had been a tuition teacher for long so dad helped her out and was doing a very small business at home. It was a huge storm but we stood together, in the name of Jesus. HE was our guide then. It was then when I used to turn to the bible to read –Mark chapter 10, verse 49 on how Jesus healed the blind. Being a normal human being, I couldn’t stop myself from questioning GOD –if he will he ever heal my dad’s eye sight. I never found the answer back then.
5 years went by, and though we had many problems within the 4 walls, we had great faith in Jesus and we stood strong as a family bonded with undivided love.
Then came by a day in August 2007, when my dad fell really ill. We never knew what was wrong with him until the scan results were out and he was rushed for a major operation middle of the night. He was having brain hemorrhage I can never explain the painful moments we went thru that night till his operation was over in the morning. The doctor had put a slight smile on our faces as he said that the operation was successful. We thanked GOD so much as we saw dad coming out of the operation theater. However, we knew that there were complications. His skull was drilled and there was a tube hanging from it to drain out the excessive fluid. All we could do is say our prayers. That was the only day we really slept well. The following Monday, mum calls me at work and throws me another bad news. Dad just had a heart-attack. We never knew he had complications with his heart till that Monday. According to the doctor, the brain hemorrhage had thinned his blood and this complicated the heart condition. Being so upset, I still refused to shed a tear; I was still strong with faith and only had a little more strength to persuade mum that dad will get better.
But I was certainly wrong when my dad had his second attack the next morning. That was a terrible attack. The doctors washed their hands and relatives came to visit him for the last time. As a daughter, I never could accept that fact. I cried too much that day and I was helpless with the situation. With my last piece of faith I went to the church. My sister and I cried so much as we entered the church begging GOD for my father who was already dying. I felt Jesus’ arms around me, and for that moment I was calm. I knew HE would never let me down.
I rushed back to the hospital with my sister, only to find mum calmly sitting down outside and dad lying down peacefully on his bed in the ICU ward.
Days went by and he got better. I am very sure as you read this sentence; you could feel the happiness I felt back then. I can still feel it as I write this. Yes, he was recovering slowly. I never failed to thank god.
It was as if god gave us a second chance to be with our darling father. The one whom we Loved so dearly. We had a chance to clean him up, shave his beard off, comb his hair, feed him and say prayers with him daily. We all took turns to do this. We went to the church together and gave thanks to the lord. I cried so much during those times as I couldn’t stop thanking god for the miracle he has done. And that was the time when dad realized that I had so much of faith in Christ the lord.
6 months later dad passed away. He suffered too much. I had more strength to accept it this time though it’s still painful and we miss him dearly. But I can never stop thanking god for the second chance he gave me to be with my darling father.
Only after this episode I realized why my dad was never healed from his blind eye-sight of his right eye. GOD knew that my dad only had a few years more to live and he gave us the chance to spend more time with him at home after he lost his job. Isn’t HE simply wonderful!
I believe this is one of the shinning testimonies of HIS keeping power. In many ways, he touches our life in different ways.
“How wonderful to know that he who watches from above, will always keep us sheltered in his ever-present love!” – king
Your faithful daughter:
Pooja
