God sent Rain!

I am still in awe of what God has done to me earlier. Wow, what a God. I can't wait to share it to the world.

Ganito kasi yon. At first, I don't know why my feet brought me to the last room in our house, where I can hear anything that is happening next to the two walls. I heard three people having a conversation (this is very unusual, because that place, which we call HQ, is a very private place for the kids worship/fellowship/discipleship/etc.). Apparently, this is the first time that it happened. I was momentarily curious about what's happening. I was asking, what are these people doing in this place that we are offering to God. Then I stepped a little closer to the window, where they are sitting nearest to.

Sadly, I recognized that it was my lola, tito, and a certain man. My lola was scolding my tito because of too many things about family, and other mistakes he has done in his life (that's in front of that certain man-who is perhaps a kumpare of my tito). All along, my lola is the one who was just talking. My tito butts in at some point in the "scolding chapter of this story" but thank God because he was not raising his voice to my lola, and somehow, the certain man tried to regulate the "sermons" of my lola. Later in the conversation, they tend to change the topic. A sudden shift to talk about our family. I heard their gossips about my mom (who has not done them any wrong, except her being part of a poor family). Plus the mistakes that were encountered by family. I really felt so judged, though I know that I am not the one they are juding, but my father and mother. I know you will understand what I feel because you also has a mom and dad. It was really hurting to my ears to hear them saying bad things about my parents, and take note, in our own place.

Instead of confronting them, I started to pray to God: "Lord what will I do. I'm hurt. You said I should not repay evil for evil."

I knew God didn't want me to lose temper. It was really hurting to realize that they are invading our privacy with the place because they did not even dare to ask permission if they (my tito and another man) can use the place, they were just "illegal bystanders" in the first place, but I didn't take that in a serious note. The point is, i wish my lola has stopped saying bad things about my family, and continously making herself as an example of a good life (pointing the spotlight to her past and what she has gone through- which she boastes earlier). I kept my silence while I heard them. I submitted to God. I did not confront them.

Continually I prayed to God. Singing songs of worship and praise. I left the room when I heard that my lola finally left the two. I sit on my work-shop and ask God for wisdom, so I can understand what He was trying to teach me with this situation going on. Later, I was prompt to play the keyboard and sing the song "Give us clean Hands".

I went to the same room (same place next to them) My tito and the man were still there. I am bothered because I've sneaked on them and seen that they were drinking liquior! Take note, that place that they are invading and drinking liquior in is a holy place for us. I was really hurt. But then, I asked God for wisdom. I had to do something. I plugged the keyboard in then started to play.

We bow our hearts
We bend our knees
Oh Spirit come make us humble
We turn our eyes
From evil things
Oh Lord we cast down our idols

So give us clean hands
and give us pure hearts
Let us not lift our souls to another
Oh give us clean hands
and give us pure hearts
Let us not lift our souls to another
Oh God let this be
a generation that seeks
Who seeks Your face, Oh God of Jacob
Oh God let us be
a generation that seeks
Who seeks Your face, Oh God of Jacob

I know my tito and the man can hear me playing and singing. I intended to raise the volume of the keyboard and my voice. Still praying God will take control. As the volume gets stronger, I hear raindrops on the rooftop. Later, the rain has gone harder, driving my tito and his company away because the place they were in is reached by raindrops when it is raining hardly. (we only have a temporary roofing there)

Wow!

Praise God! Praise God. My heart sings praises that moment. God is powerful. He is indeed in control. I didn't even have to scold them to drive them away. It was God.

Later when the rain is through, I went to the place where my tito and his company were in. They' re not there but I found two bottles of red horse beer. I threw them away, knowing that I have the right to clean up the mess in the place where I am accountable to take care for. Then I put the table and chairs inside the room so it won't happen again.

When I was about to return inside, I heard my tito and the man. They've come back. They were looking for the bottles. I told them bravely, "I threw them away". I said it with a smile, still with respect to them as older people. Then I left them, trying to get the bottles on the other side of the fence. I don't know if they were able to get them. What I know is that, I had the right to tell them that they have done wrong to me and my family, especially to God. BUT I DID NOT. They did not respect the place and our family. BUT I UNDERSTAND THAT I AM NOT THE ONE TO TELL THEM THAT.

Simple acts like that can give major effect. But praise God, I didn't have to raise my voice to them. God will be the one to judge not me.

I pray that my lola, with her little time in this world, will see the truth. Live her faith. She prays the rosary twice a day, early in the morning and late at night before sleeping. But it is not the way to heaven but Faith that works. I also pray for my tito and his friend that they will also see the truth.

I believe, God is at work with everyone of us. Who am I to straighten the crooked stick? God will do His task. I dont have the right to hold grudge. I forgive them for what they've done.

Glory to God.

Praise Him. Forever and ever.

Amen.