On the 27th of November, just the day after his Birthday, Daddy fell and complained that he could not see the flats opposite from the kitchen’s view. I got him to the chair and he started trembling and as I held his hands, they were cold and icy. I called for him and he didn’t respond. I then rushed to my uncle’s room to seek help. By then, my Dad had already regained his consciousness and insisted on cooking lunch for my nephew. As he walked towards the boiling pot, white liquid flowed from his mouth and he fell forward, scalded his neck really badly and fainted. All in all, he regained and lost consciousness for about three times. For a moment, I thought I’d lost him.

At the very first day when he was admitted to the hospital, the Doctor, at the presence of my Dad, told my uncle that there might be a serious liver problem due to his drinking habits and he too, was constantly vomiting. Whatsmore, on the second day, when the Doctors tried to draw out the ‘water’ that causes the swell in Daddy’s left knee, what shocked him was the fact that it was not water at all. It was the colour of the alcohol that he had been drinking.

(The thing is this. Two years ago, my Dad was admitted to hospital due to his drinking problems which caused his knee and ankle to be swollen and pain. He’d been drinking since he was reeaalllyyy young and thus, it was no surprise that the Doctor told him then that his internal organs are not functioning as well as they should be and his liver’s starting to hardened.)

So yeah, I got myself prepared for the worse.

Just when I thought this was the worse, I was wrong. I was woken up by an unpleasant news the next morning. Was informed that my One year and 7 months old Nephew, Daryl, actually had a really bad fall at the void deck. Apparently, there was a small but deep ‘’hole’’ on his nose bridge, just between his eyes. No joke, I have the photo. Rushed to the clinic with my family and fortunately, no stitches were necessary.

I broke down. My faith was definitely tested.
When Dad was hospitalized, I asked God, ‘’Why my dad? Why this time? Is this some kinda prank?’’
After Daryl’s incident, I told God, ‘’Alright God, what next?’’
-God never answered me-

I prayed every night for God to watch over my family. I did not pray to have the understanding as to why God has to allow such thing to happen in my life. Instead, I prayed for strength. I could still remember my exact prayer that I wrote in my prayer book:

‘Jesus, if You can heal the sick, make the blind see, the lame to walk, the deaf to hear and resurrect the dead, then SHOW ME that you can do that to my family as well.’

In addition, my unit prayed for me. My shepherd Joyce, prayed for me. And I was informed that you guys prayed for me too.

Two days ago, when I was accompanying my Dad at the hospital, he told me that the doctors told him ‘bout his condition: Surprisingly, his internal organs had no problem at all. In other words, his liver is in PRISTINE condition! They explained through medical terms that my Dad actually did not had ‘fits’ , but rather, it was a seizure. However, he was given the medicines that were meant for people who threw fits. Thus, it’s some kinda ‘positive’ side effects from the medicines that he’d consumed. They also mentioned that such cases are extremely rare. He was also able to bend his left knee slightly more than 90degrees. (He was unable to do that for years!). All this can be explained by science. But I know, that deep down, my God is moving. My God is definitely beyond science. I too, told dad that my church friends and myself had been praying really fervently for him. He simply nodded.

At the same day, the ‘hole’ on Daryl’s nose bridge was ‘closed up’ too (:

-This is not all-

I reached Tan Tock Seng hospital at 10am sharp this morning. Daddy was sent to do some scanning an hour later. Thereafter, Auntie Annie, my parent’s good friend came to visit. She’s a Chrisitian too(:She settled down and we had about an hour’s chat about my faith in Christ and she too assured me that God’s using me to influence the whole family and encouraged me to be the salt and light at home. When Daddy came back from the scanning, Auntie Annie told him that this is definitely God’s work. It isn’t much of the medicines that cured him. It was Jesus who healed! She also invited my Mom to this evangelistic event in her church on the 23rd but my mom, who by the way is very opened to Christianity since the start of this year, would only go if my Dad followed suit. My dad not only agreed, he PROMISED Auntie Annie that he’d turn up. They had an hour’s conversation and Daddy was listening attentively ‘bout how good this God we know are. Auntie Annie ended the conversation by praying for my Dad. As I drew out my hands and laid it on Daddy’s lap, shut my eyes and agreed in Auntie Annie’s prayers, I felt a rich sense of joy and fulfillment.

True, I did not know why God placed such incidents in my family at the beginning. Worse still, I even doubt God. Each time I question Him, He did not answer. Though His ways are higher than mine, I can now finally realize and understand why He allowed these storms to disrupt the peaceful waters within me and also used Auntie Annie to speak into not only Daddy’s life, but mine also. God is not only real, God is good! Through all this, I got to see the power of prayers. Yes, I relied on God and drew strength from Him. But more than that, it was YOUR prayers that worked too. It’s said in the bible that when one prays and another agree, it’s powerful. I can boldly say that it was your prayers that saved my Dad’s life(: Thankyou, and thank God, whom I can never thank enough.