Saturday, November 5, 2011 | 7:51 AM | 0 comments
Do you believe in miracles?I do, actually.
Miracles, in my opinion, are God's works on Earth.
And I also do believe that God's works did happened in my life before, and I am thankful for that, because if not for God, I wouldn't be who I am today.
Well, the first person that ever told me about God was my mum.
She told me something about Adam and Eve, how they were the first people who set foot on this Earth, and something about them listening to Satan, so now we all have a Satan in our heart when we do bad deeds. So I totally believed my mum and I started to pray to God for my own benefit, like praying that I'll get good PSLE results. That year, I felt really close to God. And I did get rather good PSLE results, but thinking back now, how selfish was I to only think of myself. But of course I am different now. And that was when I was Primary 6.
I went to English tuition when I was Primary 6/Sec1, I couldn't remember how old was I. But there was one lesson, my tuition teacher did not teach us English at all. What a waste of money right! But no, I was really glad that he actually told us all about God that day. At first when he talked about it, I asked some questions so that I wouldn't have to do any English homework that lesson, how selfish right? But after that I got intrigued, and I wanted to know more. And that whole 2 hours, we talked and learned more about God.
Sec2, I totally forgot about the existence of God. I did bad deeds, I did what God didn't want us to do. I sin a lot. More like everyday. Scolding vulgarities. And of course, life was horrible that year. It was ridiculously terrifying. I was even scared of myself. And so people treat me bad as how I treated them bad. Mixed emotions, anger, frustration, sadness. Yeah well, all the expected. And it continued until sec3. Well, I was better during my sec3 year, because I tried to change, and I said less vulgarities. And now, I rather not say it at all, although sometimes with the slip of my tongue. But also now I'd rather not hear vulgarities coming out of my friend's mouth too. I'd cringe away.
So then I started to remember that very person that I left locked in the drawer at the back of my head. That person was God. Earlier this year in April/May, all the insulting, all the misery came with me to my sec3 year, so I felt really depressed, so while I was at the bus stop, crying for help to God, asking why has my life become like this, this wasn't what I wanted, and I was sorry because I can't handle it anymore, I hate this me. And as though God has heard my prayer, because he sent 2 angels to me, to change my life, and I am who I am today. I still remember them till this day, and I am really grateful to them, for telling me about God that day at the bus stop. And I do not regret missing all my buses so as to hear them speak about God. After all, they are my 'angels sent from heaven' right? So we meet up often and they'll teach me stuffs about God, and now I know more.
What I am trying to say is that, God do answer your prayers. You just have to repent and say you're sorry, and God will light your way. Your sins are forgiven.