Lately God has been pouring so much love over me through little evidence here and there. He showed me His love through my family, through my prayers, through victories of those prayers, through worship, through His whispers of guidance and conversations with Him, through songs and movies, through so many random things I could’ve easily lived through without Him had I not known Him. The way He romances me over and over is incredible and I pray that I will not be shaken from finally finding my identity in Him.
“Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom” never rang so true in my ears. Summer has been great, if you might ask. In the mornings I draw myself close to the Lord, and at the end of the day I ask God for clarity and peace. Prayers work, guys, they really do. And one thing that I find from the pattern of God answering my prayers is that not only does He grant victories (although not always), He also stretches and increases the capacity for patience and peace in my heart.
I’m going to Taiwan this summer, which was actually not part of my summer plans AT ALL until mid-April. I found out that my grandpa on my mom’s side has stage 4 (I believe) colorectal/colon cancer. The doctor doesn’t know how long he has to live, although he seems perfectly fine right now when we FaceTime him, but could be 2 weeks, 3 months, no one knows. He’s not going to have chemotherapy because this is his third time having cancer and he doesn’t want to deal with that again. I cried the instant I got the news from my mom because I am very close to him. He has always spoiled me growing up and always tells me how much he loves me and misses me because we live in two separate lands. I love him. I really do love and care for my grandpa and my only wish for him is that he would know Jesus. I have been praying for him since the day I found out about his cancer. I’ve been praying and crying to God that He would work miracles in his heart and receive Jesus as his Lord and Savior.
So going to Taiwan this summer I carry a mission with me and that is I’m going tell him about my Lord and Savior, Jesus. I’m imagining that It’s going to be difficult because I will have to overcome fear of rejection and of offending him; he has been my family since day one but all these years I hadn’t shared anything with him about Jesus and carried the guilt inside me. My prayer is that God will work and soften his heart, preparing his heart for when me and/or any of our families share with him the Gospel. That Jesus will encounter him and show my grandpa the kind of love he has never experienced before. And lastly, that God will put the right words in my mouth at the right time, with obedience and discernment, and free of shame and guilt. I want him saved, REAL BAD, because I want to see him again in heaven. But you know what, I have a lot of peace right now because there is faith and hope. If prayers with faith can move mountains I KNOW they can also move the heart of one person. I have faith that Jesus is powerful enough to meet a stubborn old man where he is and show him great, true love. So, if you are willing, would you also pray with me for my grandpa? That he will come to know Jesus and accept Him as his Lord and Savior? Prayers will be much appreciated!!
p.s. Isn’t it funny how God is giving me this assignment of sharing the gospel even before I go out on this missions trip? His timing is…very…clever (tricky tricky there, God).
p.p.s. Sorry I got a bit emotional writing this so some the sentences may be read weird….
