I always go back to the chapter on Jesus' bringing back Lazarus to life. For this chapter has ministered to me during pivotal points of my life-when I was hospitalized, when I was doing my thesis and finally when my mother almost left us.
I read the chapter again. Alone, locked in the farthest, lowest prayer closet. I was seeking the heart of heaven, pounding desperately at her gates for a whisper, a mutter, a flutter.
And yes, it did minister again. I read the first few words... Lazarus was a sick man. The holy spirit led me to pray for my mother's healing. That she get well and if He could use us her children to be instrumental in bringing about this healing. In between sobs I asked for her freedom.
Panginoon kasarinlan po ng kaniyang kaluluwa.
Today, early at dawn, we left our house to attend the morning watch. We bumped into her. She homeward bound, us churchbound. And, in between wide smiles, she broke the news that the pastoral house she wanted to be part of refuse to take her in as a full time worker because of her age.
Today is one of the merriest Christmas ever.
God is good.
Naiiiyak ako sa kabutihan ng Panginoon.
Wala nang hihigit pa sa pag-ibig Niya.
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