Everytime I see her, it is like smelling the flowers of spring after a long winter. As God has used her to ease me into my seminary years, He still autographs His help in the tricky seasons of my life by the encouragement of Aunty ML. God always makes her words timely to me. And she is such a dear spiritual mom.
We had lunch and coffee. We talked about how we came to know one another... and I asked her why she had decided to pay my school fees when she hadn't even met me in person yet. This was in year 2009.
"It was the prompting of God," she explained. "If I didn't do it, I'd be very uncomfortable."
I was reminded that God has truly provided for my needs. I always forget.
"I think it was also your passion..." she later said. "I saw that there was so much potential in you that I was compelled to help you in whatever little I could do..."
I was touched, but more than that, I was truly humbled. Where has my passion gone? Is it still inside me?
God, help me find that passion again. I remember what You have called me to and I was passionate. But let me not lose the passion for THAT work. Because I am only human.
"It was the prompting of God," she explained. "If I didn't do it, I'd be very uncomfortable."
I was reminded that God has truly provided for my needs. I always forget.
"I think it was also your passion..." she later said. "I saw that there was so much potential in you that I was compelled to help you in whatever little I could do..."
I was touched, but more than that, I was truly humbled. Where has my passion gone? Is it still inside me?
God, help me find that passion again. I remember what You have called me to and I was passionate. But let me not lose the passion for THAT work. Because I am only human.
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