Character amidst trials

When someone asks me for a piece of advice, I always included these statements. “Nobody goes through life unscathed, we get wounded, bruised, if not totally battered, knockout. As we live, we encounter hardships. Some, we bring upon ourselves as a consequences of a bad decisions or neglect. Some, God allows to happened on us for a purpose”. I’m confident that somehow these would comfort them because these are the same words that comforts me and keeps me strong amidst our trials.

I was about to enroll then, when my mother told me that my father was rushed to the hospital. She told me that he had fallen from a roof top. His head cracked and his body was injured .Suddenly my life turned into blur. It was painful to realize that my father is dying. I saw my mother crying in the hospital-helpless. I decided to be strong for my family. We don’t have any relatives here, so we can only cling to each other. Every day we look for money. The medicines were so costly that we couldn’t afford to buy them all. My father was always in pain. We have tried almost everything to get money from all resources, but still we can’t make it through. The doctor told us that if he will not be operated soon, the blood will continue to clot in his brain. I don’t know what to do. I went in a chapel and ask God for his mercy. I have been faithful to him and still I am. I know that he will never leave my family; he will help me and will never let my father die. He had his plans and I know it’s for good. All I have to do is to trust him. I went home hoping that God would answer me. I was on my way home when I saw a wallet slid down from a woman riding a motorcycle. I immediately pick up the wallet and look for any identification. I was surprised to see a bundle of money straight from the bank. I was very happy because God had answered my prayers. Now, my father can be operated. But the realization came rushing down my spine. The money isn’t mine, it’s a sin to keep someones money. This is not God’s answer to my prayers. There could be something else. I thank God for giving me a clear mind amidst my darkest hours. After I entrusted the wallet in a radio station, I wearily went back to the hospital. My mother came rushing and happily embraced me. PCSO (Philippines Charity and Sweepstakes Office) had given us financial support. Gods amazing grace did not end there, after the operation the doctor declared that my father was free from any danger.

Today, problems are still crashing our lives but these only makes us strong. It teaches us to be humble. It makes us the person we are now. It builds our character. They say that our character will sprout amidst our trials.