Day 7 of #24happydayswithGod:
PART I (morning):
This might probably be one of the happiest days in this hashtag – my grandfather accepted Jesus Christ today and was baptised!
After 80+ years, he has finally accepted Christ.
If any of you knew my grandfather, you would have known how painful it was to pray for his salvation and for him to experience God. It took many tears on our part, and many hospital beds on his part to finally reach a stage where he realised that all he needed was God.
Not money. Not medicine. Not happiness. Just God.
And I urge you all to never lose heart or lose faith for those you are praying for – your family, your friends, your spouse.
When I woke up this morning and read my text – I couldn’t believe it.
I remember when I was 7, how I always ended my prayers with ‘And please help grandma, grandpa, my uncles and aunties, and my cousins to become a Christian. Amen.’ For many years, I prayed that same prayer and as I grew older, I slowly began to forget that request.
You see, life was catching up with me. I was growing up. Those earnest little prayers soon evolved into ‘Lord, please help me with my exams’ or ‘Lord, there is this boy…’ and I forgot that one of the greatest prayers I could make was not for myself, but for someone else. And more importantly, for their salvation.
I know my family has been praying for a long time, and even though it was the 7 year old me who had more faith than I had now, God has still answered our prayers. He has revealed His marvellous plan, and in that we all rejoice.
Thank you God for never giving up on the hard-hearted.
So remember to pray for your loved ones. It’s never a prayer too late, and it’s never a prayer too small.
PART II (night):
It’s still day 7 of #24happydayswithGod, and I know I’ve blogged about it hours earlier, but it’s also possibly one of the saddest days of the hashtag.
I knew something was wrong when my family came back at 11pm tonight and did not contact me.
My grandfather passed away 6 hours after he accepted the Lord Jesus Christ. God’s perfect timing and plan. Yet, I feel very sad. There were many things I had wanted to say in anger, many in tears and now, many in forgiveness. I never got to say them, but I thank the Lord that I will see Him in heaven.
New life. New body. New purpose.
With this, I leave you with an Instagram post that my brother posted of him and my grandfather. May it warm your hearts and bless you all.
“… rejoice that your names are recorded in heaven.”