Songs of Salvation
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And they have defeated him by the blood of the Lamb and by their testimony. And they did not love their lives so much that they were afraid to die.
Revelation 12:11 NLT
The Girl & the Promise Keeper
Once upon a time, there lived a city girl who developed a love for people from the mountains. She never met them, nor had she ever even been to the mountains, but she loved them with the kind of love that moves one to do incredible things. So overcome by a love that came from something, or Someone, greater than her, she left everything behind—her family, her job, her boyfriend—and moved to a place where she was considered a stranger.
The mountain people didn’t love her back—not immediately. They spat on her and ridiculed her. Some even threatened her, but she stayed in a place of inconvenience, where there was neither electricity nor running water. At night, drunk men came to the little shanty she rented. People back home didn’t understand why she was so consumed—enough to endanger her own life. Her love was senseless, and yet it was true, and it drove her to reach out and love beyond her own capacity. She believed with all her heart that the people from the mountains needed to hear about God’s love for them—the same love that now overflowed from the love she received from Him.
Not long after, the same love consumed her boyfriend, and he followed her into the unknown. The price was not easy to pay, but they paid it, and God rewarded their obedience and faith with provision and with salvation.
They eventually got married, and a few years after their wedding, she became with child.
One night, a sharp pain stabbed her in the abdomen. Something had gone very wrong. They rushed her to the nearest hospital—a small one, more like a clinic. They didn’t know what was wrong with her, so they drove her to the nearest city. The entire time, she suffered from the pain. When they reached the city hospital, she was wrongly accused of an attempted abortion. They treated without anesthesia and caused her even greater pain.
At this point, she began to see the heavens open up for her, glorious light beckoning her to life beyond. Not even her love for the people of the mountains could keep her from her desire for her heavenly home, so she clutched her husband’s hand and told him that she was ready to go. She asked him to never turn his back on their ministry, even if she passes away or if things get hard.
Upon hearing this, he contended for the promises God gave them and refused to let go. “God has a promise for us,” he said. “He promised that we will see our children’s children. You can’t leave me while that promise remains unfulfilled.” He prayed hard and loud and God granted his request. She lived.
She was transported to a bigger city after almost a week since the pain started. This time, the diagnosis was correct. She had suffered an ectopic pregnancy. The child inside her never reached her womb and caused her fallopian tube to burst. By the time they operated on her, her organs were black from the blood. The only reason she didn’t hemorrhage to death was because her organs sealed the wound of her burst fallopian tube. The doctors wondered how she wasn’t dead yet.
Untreated, ectopic pregnancies can cause death within twenty-four hours.
She lived, but the doctor told her that there was so much damage done, she shouldn’t expect to have a child anymore.
But this time, she had her armor on. She and her husband told the doctor that God promised that they would see their children’s children.
In the next year, as an act of faith, she wore maternity dresses to claim God’s promise that she would have children of her own. At the end of the year, they returned to the doctor who told them they couldn’t have children anymore. She was pregnant.
Not long after that, I was born.
My parents now pastor eighty churches among the Igorot tribes of the Philippines. They’d been in the ministry for thirty-six years and counting. They’re expecting great things for the ministry in the years come.
I grew up under their shadow, their miracle child, and in my formative years, I have had a love-hate relationship with the church I grew up in. We’re not a perfect bunch—this I know for sure. I’ve been alive for over thirty years, and I have a heart full of dreams and a mind full of doubt. I won’t go into detail about what brought me from a prodigal daughter to a writer who loves God and just like my mother, would be willing to follow Him wherever He leads. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: “I’ll follow His love anywhere.”
This is my testimony: At one point in my life, I turned from a miracle child to a rebellious prodigal. But the God Who leaves the 99 to find that one lost lamb found me and captured my heart. You see… He has promises, and I and the children I will have someday are part of the promises He once gave to my parents. Today, I am getting ready to embark on a new adventure in hopes of sharing to a broken world the love that I received from Above, even if I didn’t deserve it.
On my website, I shared that our testimony isn’t our history. Our testimony is Who God is to us now. He’s the One Who keeps His promises. The Great Dream-giver. The Wonderful Promise Keeper.
There’s an old song I used to love to sing in high school. It’s entitled More Than Wonderful. I think it says better than I can what my life testimony is:
For He’s more wonderful than my mind can conceive
He’s more wonderful than my heart can believe
He goes beyond my highest hopes and fondest dreams
He’s everything that my soul ever longed for
Everything He’s promised and so much more
More than amazing, more than marvelous
More than miraculous could ever be
He’s more than wonderful, that’s what Jesus is to me
You can listen to the entire song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRTwUvZG5a0
I pray that God proves to be as wonderful to you as He has been to me and my family.
God bless you!