The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Matthew 26:41
Have you experienced the reality of this verse? I have many times. Being a frontline missionary is so prone to challenges. There are many adventures along the way. In those adventures, thrills and excitements are always present. If you doubt, it means failure. If you believe, it means abundance of experiences with God and you are opening the door of joy and amazement.
In this work that God entrusted to us we need to expect the unexpected. Sometimes the work is very usual, but sometimes it is very unusual. Sometimes we are willing, sometimes we don’t have interest. Sometimes it is easy to give, but sometimes we never surrender. Sometimes we question, “Why am I doing this?” Also, sometimes we say, “That’s why God wants me to do this!” It is very clear that we are really nothing. I am so thankful that God is always there to do the intervention. Without His intervention we will fail. ...
One day, while I sat in front of our schoolroom, I looked happily at the beautiful flowers that we had planted. I thanked God for all His goodness, grace, and blessings that I’ve received. Afterward, I recalled the time when I was troubled in my former job and also about my husband’s jobless situation. During that time, I served as one of the Barangay workers. I was required to take part in every kind of occasion. At that time, pork was the cheapest of any kind of meat in the market. So, they bought it to cook for every occasion. Being one of them, I served people pork that was not good in the sight of the Lord. I also copied the penmanship of some people to fill out papers to process additional salary for all Barangay officials, including myself, as it was approved by the council of the board during their sessions.
My conscience bothered me continually and I wanted to give up my job, but my husband had no permanent job. I had no choice but to continue in a shameful way providing for my children to live and continue their studies. ...
There are many wonderful things God has done for me and through me and many times by surprise. One thing I want to share is how God used my hand to heal a mild sprain of one of the children here. His name is Ranjay Parison, a two-and-a-half year old boy. His mother loves to bring him to my house when he gets sick.
One day, when they arrived at my house, I noticed that Ranjay was thin and cheerless and he had a fever. My co-teacher had given him medicine for the fever, but he still had the fever. I was in charge as doctor that week. First, I bathed him before giving him medicine. Every time I touched his shoulder to scrub with a towel, he groaned. I asked him why? He replied that it is painful. ...