Strong Arms

I was so busy writing stories about my past. I was so busy thinking of other people that I almost forgot to write about the most important man in my life. Something tells me that this is the right time to write about him. To let others see and know how great he is and how forgiving and comforting his love for me.

I would like everyone to know and meet the Man...my confidant, my savior, the one who loves me unconditionally, my healer...meet my Jesus...

 I used to have a perfect relationship with Him. I was serving Him with my heart and soul. I became so much in love with my Jesus. Trials came but nothing can surpass the love I felt because of Him. Serving my Jesus was not an easy road to take. Alongside, all evil came across but never did I had the chance of giving up. Instead, I hanged on and hold His hands even more. I enjoyed every bit of it. I enjoyed worshiping my Jesus and my God. 

But, there came a time when I felt so lost. I felt that I have no one and I was alone. I questioned myself..."Where is my Jesus?". I was hurt. I felt abandoned. That was the time I gave up believing in Him. I gave in to different temptations. Wrong companion, alcohol,  cigarettes, drugs, slept with different men and all that. I felt that it was my only way out. Once in my life, people closest to me didn't know this but it all happened to me. I was writing it all here so I can free myself for everything that I went through.

One day and out of the blue. I heard this song again, " Strong Arms". I was stunned and I was just crying when I heard it. I was so ashamed of what I was doing. I came to realize that my Jesus never left me at all. He was there all this time but I was just so blinded by my misery and I forgot about Him. That day became my birthday. I was reborn and made all my mistakes right. I gave up everything again and just hold on to His promise of a new day for me.

All these happened when I left Davao and left my service in my YFC family. My struggles started when I have no one to cling on to. When no one reminded me of how beautiful life can be with Jesus as my guide. I came to realize that He allowed me to experience those trials to make me stronger and to prepare me for better things to come.

I kept that story of my life but it's about time to let it out so that others may be able to learn from the mistakes of my past. Now that I am healed. I became whole again and this time I don't feel alone anymore. I have the most beautiful gifts. I have my kids to make me strong and to constantly remind me how great my Jesus is.

Things may not be well at all times but now I am not afraid to face every trial that come my way. I have my Jesus...my constant STRONG ARMS...