Two weeks ago, I declared a prayer and fasting week to myself for two things:
1. Papa's facing trouble with his landlord
2. My ate's safe arrival at home
Last Friday which is the last day of my fast, I was at home getting ready to sleep when mama received a call that there were policemen inside papa's apartment. They smashed the doors, took the roof down and broke things here and there. The chaos even wounded my cousin's toddler.
Both my mom and I were filled with panic because after the call, we couldn't get a hold of them and we don't know what's happening there. We felt helpless waiting for the phone to ring or for our cell phones to beep.
I couldn't wait any longer so I ran inside the bedroom to call out on God.
Then I burst into tears.
Not because of fear but because I remember how I cheated on my fast. They were not tears of shame though. They were tears of being overwhelmed with God's love. Instead of God in-your-facing to me how I EASILY abandoned my fast and EASILY came running back to Him in need, He made me feel so loved and so protected. There's this incredible peace that filled me that moment.
Oh the joy of having God as your very loving and protective and mighty Dad!
What stunned me is how His love is steadfast in this time of trouble and in joy two days later when my ate arrived home after almost two years.
Amazing God!!!
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