Psalms of Nat

My lack of recent updates was not because God has not been loving me, but that I have been busy.

These are another two testimonies on how Father God is my restorer. I’ve found two more missing items (yes, I am pretty careless). I’d lost a butterfly pendant on the bus a month ago. Somehow, two weeks ago while in my room, I happened to chance upon it under my table. It could not have been there as I’d swept the floor the day before. Amazing.

This is even more awesome. I’d lost one of my earrings. I assumed it either dropped while I was asleep or when I was bathing. I searched my bed, lifted my pillow and blankets, it wasn’t there. I even checked the icky drainage in my bathroom. Zilch. I decided I would not stand for it. I asked God to help me find it and claimed that it was found and would be restored to me. When I went to bed that night, I slipped one hand under my pillow, as I usually did, and I felt something hard. IT WAS MY OTHER EARRING!!!! PRAISE THE LORD!! What was lost, is found. :)

Pastor Mark was sharing a story about a professor who gave one of his students a fatherly hug and when they turned around, the other students were queuing up to get a hug too. The students had not been hugged by their parents since they were kids and needed a physical affirmation of love. There was a girl who had never been hugged because she was born with a cleft lip. She asked for a hug, and if she could call the professor “father” and write letters to him.

At that point in the story, I struggled to hold back my tears. No, not because I was rejected because I, too, was born with a cleft lip. But because at that moment I felt so loved. I had never been insulted or rejected because I wasn’t as pretty or as “normal-looking” as the next girl. I was treated like the average person. My parents loved me and took care of me. I have awesome friends who stand by me.

There is a part of me that knew Father God had a hand in all this. He had protected me from possible ridicule, He gave me favour with the world. I have met peers with the same condition and to be honest, I could not understand what they were going through because I have never gone through what they had.

Yes, I am privileged and I know that it is because my Abba Father loves me. I do not possess special talents, neither is my family wealthy nor powerful. This favour I have can only be the unearned, unmerited grace my heavenly Father has given unto me.

Father God, thank you and I love you too. <3

p.s. Beloved, He loves you too.

I had to wake up early today to reach church by 9 45 a.m. but not being a morning person, I laid in bed for an extra 5 minutes, before stoning for another 15 minutes in the living room. As a result, I was running late. Since my dad was making his own breakfast, I asked if he could prepare for me 2 half-boiled eggs and toast.

Now usually, he would just boil the eggs and I have to do everything myself. But today was different, Dad actually prepared everything for me. Even cracking the eggs and adding dark soya sauce and pepper for me. I felt so loved. :)

This simple action my dad did out of the ordinary reminded me of my heavenly Father’s love for me. That anytime when I need help, need Him, no matter how small, how trivial the request may be, even if the problem is my fault, He will always help me and be there for me.

(I wished I had taken a photo of my breakfast, but I was late. Though in the end, by some miracle, I was very early instead.)