For the longest time I was told by many, just believe. God is real.
As a young kid, I, of course couldn't understand. I was lost. What do you mean God is real? Who is God? Why does everyone talk about him? How can you believe in someone that is not a real person? What really makes him soo good? So cool? Such a big deal?
Well, I'm an adult now, I can tell you. It took a lot of studying, searching for answers, and some great missionaries that could explain God to me.
I know who God is, He is fully aware of me, He knows me by name. He knows my hearts desire. He feels what I feel such as: sadness, tears, pain, happiness, good feelings, excitement and well, the works.
God has gone gone through soo much so that I can return to Him. So, I can return to my family that are in Heaven. Families are together forever.
I, like any other human being, go through good and bad times, lately it's been hard. My papá (Grandpa) passed away a few months ago. It was the hardest thing I've ever gone through. God was with me the whole time to comfort me, to guide me, to make sure I not once felt alone.
Some people would say, "but you were alone! How do you mean you weren't alone?"
Let me tell you something, the same weekend my papá passed away, it was my best friends wedding. I was a brides maid for her. Unfortunately, I spent less time at her wedding but more time with my family. I kept being pushed to be with them. So I followed instructions. I felt loved and so glad I did. I would not have had it any other way.
While I missed out on a beautiful wedding, I got to speak to my papá via Skype (I love Skype). My papá lives with my extended family in Centro Americá. My papá was on his death bed but he was fully aware of whom he was speaking to. He said beautiful things. He reminded his children the time he spent with them and how much he loved it!! It gave me peace of mind and comfort. It's God way of saying, "hey, I love you kiddo and I want you to spend some time with people you care about and remember these good times with them".
The whole weekend was well spent seeing my papá. My papá some things that I will always remember. He remembered my name, he knew that he was talking to me and whose daughter I am. He remembered where I live. I heard many times by others that when their loved one's before they passed away, they weren't all there, I was lucky to see that he was. It's a reminder of the sweet and tender mercies that God gives us. I didn't think he was going to be aware of what was going on. It never did actually cross my mind.
But what did cross my mind, was "will my papá remember me?" He did. I cried for days. God answered my prayers. He did it because He knows how much it means to me. How important my papá is. And how much he means the world to be.
God is good. He is AMAZING! He is love!!
I just had surgery this last week and I didn't have to be there alone at the hospital. My mom came to care for me. I kept hoping and praying she would without ever asking her to. God heard my thoughts and somehow made it possible so my mom could be there for me. With God anything is possible.
A lot of times it just takes a little grain of hope and faith, and prayers. God will then come to you and help you out. He answers prayers when He knows the time is right. When you're ready for it.
Because of these many instances, it has taught me a great deal. My papá, and my mom were right. I need to always believe in God. To give thanks to Him for always mindful of me, His imperfect daughter that is always striving to perfect herself. That because of my faith it will lead me to great and marvelous things. That with God my dreams and aspirations can and will come true. All I have to do is believe. And also, help those that are needing help when I can of course.
God is real. God is good. God is love.
