When God Speaks...

I have never seen a vision or heard audible voice before, but when God speaks, you know it's Him. Now that it has happened 2 distinct times, I know the first was not just a fluke. Some time in June 1995, a question popped into my mind when I was in the middle of my QT..."Who do you want me to take? Your father or your grandmother?". That left me quite stunned for a few minutes and then the question came again. So I answered in my heart..."Take Grandma cos she's saved but Dad doesn't believe yet".

Then on 11 October 1995, my mum called from KL. Immediately, I knew something had happened to my grandmother. She had a massive haemorrhagic brainstem stroke...in lay man's term...'severe brain bleed'...and lasted only 4 days. Although it was sad for all of us, we knew that God had chosen to call her home swiftly in direct answer to her own prayers...that she won't suffer but 'go' painlessly...and she did.

10 years later, around May 2005...I had the same nagging feeling and then 'it' happened again..."Remember your grandmother? What I asked you then?". It's quite impossible to put my feelings into words...but I recalled a flood of memories came rushing in and I prayed..."Oh God...not yet...I know he's a believer now...but not yet!". And he got an extension...for 1 year.

So when my dad suffered a stroke in August this year and was subsequently, diagnosed with Waldernstrom's Disease (a rare and incurable form of blood cancer) and B-cell Lymphoma, I knew his time on earth was up. Even then, it was extremely hard to let go. After struggling with God for 2 months...my prayer changed..."God, please heal Dad. If not, then have mercy on him, shorten his affiction and take him with You quickly. Please don't test him and us beyond what we can bear". God heard...provided the way out...and brought my father his eternal home after only 2 weeks on 13 October 2006. When God speaks...listen...