Two weeks ago my mom stood up to respond to an altar call. I forgot what the message was all about. Before that, I was seated with my eyes lowered, thinking what futility it had been, me taking staying home all these years freelancing and not being able to really get my life going. In one word, my life had been characterised by "routine" and that is Public Enemy #1 where I am concerned.
My mom just follows me to church and we would do our lunch and weekend groceries together. I love holding her hand when we cross the street coz it reminds me of her holding mine when I was young. It is also the most routine and boring kind of life anyone can ever imagine. A few years earlier, I certainly could not see nor be able to accept that I would be leading this kinda life... think I would rather die.
But. Life has its many turns. And humour. I found myself doing exactly what I dreaded the most... being settled. I mean, this is worse than getting a college diploma. For a person who guffawed at a high school diploma (or for that matter, any diploma), I think I would have gladly heaped a degree rather than sink into a routine.
However, if this is the price to get my family rooted in the love of God, it is definitely worth it. I have a family most would envy. We are not rich, but we are together. All of us have come to know Jesus and lay claim to eternal life. All of us live (sometimes unconciously) under the grace of the Almighty.
All of us still sin.
Darn.
Anyways, my mom. She surprised me by standing up to respond to the message. Something stuck after all in our countless evenings of conversations. I am not running a futile race - there is a deep, silent work the Holy Spirit is doing in her heart, and it required me to be at home.
I can live with that.
Dear God, it'ld be nice if all our seedlings grow strong and mighty overnight... and yet, thank You that they don't. We would have missed all the important lessons.
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