We are having a late dinner, my father, brother and I while mom decided to doze off early because of exhaustion from that day’s work. It was a peaceful scenario at the dining table — asking how’s everyone’s day and whereabouts, etc is. Until suddenly, my father stood up from his chair and went inside the room to nebulize. My brother and I are calm and all since this happened often and we know that after some inhaling of air from the nebulizer, Pop will be better. Unfortunately, that night was different. After a minute of nebulizing, Pop called our attention and said that he needs to be rushed to the hospital. Everyone panicked. Even mom who’s asleep by then, shrieked and got out of bed, shocked. I and my brother went out to call for help and thank heavens, one of our neighbor quickly responded. The next vivid memory was of my father gasping for air real hard and my mother and our neighbor carrying him inside the van. I was left home to accompany my brother. We are crying so hard because we don’t know what will happen. Everything’s intense.
I asked prayers from everyone I knew and of course, I myself prayed real hard too. My whole body has been eaten by anxiety. It felt like, I too, will be attacked by hyperventilation. But thank God, I wasn’t.
When I was scrolling endlessly on facebook, I hovered on someone’s boyfriend’s account and through his cover photo, God spoke to me.
“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” -Exodus 14:14
And before that happened, I was reminded that He is in control, I shall not worry. So I prayed. I said I lift my Pop’s condition to Him and I know that He will not let something bad happen to him. I relaxed and eased off all anxiety in me.
What happened next was very touching.
We didn’t get a news from the hospital (because mom left her phone at home) until the driver and owner of the van came knocking at our door saying that Pop survived. A deep sigh of relief came out from both my brother and I. As to me, I cried and thank God for being faithful to His words. When my mom went home that night, she said that we almost lost him. He’s in 50/50 condition. Imagine my heart leaping with joy and gratitude for the Lord when He didn’t let my father go.
Indeed, His words are very powerful. You need only to trust Him and not worry. Out of all the words I know, His are the ones I always hold on too for I know He will never fail me and that event proved me everything.
So beloved, I encourage you to trust in Him and His words too for it will never falter.
Because the power of His words is the key to everything.
HIS WORD IS A BED TO REST UPON.
HIS WORD IS A SURE FOUNDATION.
BREAD TO THE HUNGRY.
COMFORT TO THE LONELY.
HOPE TO THE HOPELESS.
REST TO THE WEARY.
EVEN THOUGH THE WINDS OF PERSECUTION HAVE BLOWN AGAINST IT,
IT STILL REMAINS. ♥