Most of you know that my parents brought me closer to God in 1978. But do you know who brought my parents closer to God?
A house. A simple bungalow house brought them closer to God. Let me tell you how it happened.
Have you ever experienced buying a shirt, a dress, shoes—and later regretting buying it? Well, it happened to my parents. Except that it wasn’t a shirt, a dress, or shoes. They bought a house and later realized they didn’t like it.
So my mother began the difficult task of selling it.
They advertised it in newspapers every week.
Here was the Ad:
Nice Bungalow; 3BR, 2TB.
W/ garage and tiny garden.
Everyday, she received 2 or 3 callers, inquiring about the house. But for some reason, there were no takers.
After one month of no sale, Mom changed the Ad.
Nice Bungalow; 3BR, 2TB.
W/ garage and tiny garden.
Owners desperate;
Will kill themselves if not sold soon.
Just kidding.
But Mom was really desperate. You see, she already bought another property and was paying for that loan. But she was also paying for the house that she was trying to sell. She was drowning in her debts and needed to sell the house fast.
She was like that mouse in that tub of water, wondering if there was hope for her.
During that time, Mom followed the horoscope to the letter, consulted strange fortune-tellers with really strange hair-dos, and read all the fortune cookies she could get her hands on. Which didn’t really help sell the house. But the fortune cookies made her gain 10 pounds.
But I now believe that God has a great sense of humor. Because at that exact same time, Mom was invited to a prayer meeting. A prayer meeting she didn’t want to go to. She asked, “Is that the kind of prayer meeting that’s filled with weird people that like to raise their hands and dance ‘Lululalei Lalulalulalei, Lulalulalei Lalulalulalei…’?”
No way was she going to be with these weird people!
But desperation has a way of making you do crazy things. Because my mother was worried sick about the unsold house, she was willing to try anything. Yes, even a prayer meeting filled with weird people.
That was how she attended her first ever prayer meeting. And she loved it. She even sang and danced right along, “Lululalei Lalulalulalei, Lulalulalei Lalulalulalei…”
Read this carefully.
Remember how she used to get 2 to 3 phone calls inquiring about the house? The prayer meeting was a Friday night. The day after, Saturday, she received 36 phone calls!
And by nightfall, barely 24 hours after she attended the prayer meeting, her house was sold.
What was God saying? “You put me first in your life, I will take care of your worries.”
You may be like my mother.
For months, you’ve been praying for a miracle. And no miracle has been taking place.
Don’t give up. Believe. Put God first. And a day will come when you’ll see the light exploding in your darkness.
And you’ll find out that your future is brighter than your past.
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