The Song

I motioned the “swiffer duster” one more time on my three guitars hanging on the wall. Grabbing the oldest gift from my husband, the Fender guitar still excited me as I stroke the six strings and still produced a harmonious tune.

I brought out some easy chords I had saved in my cell phone and my heart was feeling blue. Sad that I had not sang as often as I did when I was learning more about God’s love and grace. As I sang to Him, it took me back in front of perhaps, almost fifty people gathered that Sunday morning to listen to what I had to say. To listen to what I would sing, as their pastor, who was close to my father, had invited me to speak in a blossoming church in that particular small town. As a token of gratitude, despite protesting at first and making him aware I couldn’t sing and could only play easy guitar chords as I learned them on my own, I quietly accepted. I knew I had to speak and give my gratitude to all the members, who, weeks before my short visit, had all prayed by faith for my ill father. Few days before I planned on that visit, my father was able to get out of bed and stayed strong the whole time I was there with him, despite the many trips he endured to a local hospital. I remembered how I prayed and asked God to be there with me and lead me, as I tried to shun away the “fear of speaking, most of all, to sing” in front of those people.

All eyes were glued. I thanked them and reminded them, that I knew…it wasn’t only my father who suffered. I knew each of us carried a storm in our hearts, though varying in degrees or intensities. But they must not forget God’s goodness and faithfulness. All they had to do…was to look at my dad, bed ridden and then, was a walking testimony to what prayers could do if offered with faith and boldly approaching God’s throne of grace. Pairs of hands clapped and mouths shouted with cheers toward heaven.

I reached for the church’s guitar. Adjusting its strange weight on my lap, I tried to get accustomed to the tune of each string. Deep inside, my heart was on a calm rhythm, knowing for sure that those kind eyes would not judge my voice. I went for it (by the grace of God) and sang a particular song I had composed during those times my father was very sick yet God showed His faithfulness to our family. The four corners of the tiny, humble church echoed with my worship song. But I couldn’t finish toward the end of the song, my voice started to falter and my heart was drowning with so much gratitude. I felt Someone was listening at the back that I wasn’t able to see. But I felt His unfathomable love. I apologized, with tears formed on the corners of my eyes, as I thanked all of them. I thought they might gasp with despair but a deafening applause was their answer.

“Dad!” I whispered as I went back to my spot on the pew, next to my father.

“Did you like the song?” Expecting a “Yes” answer from an always supportive father, I was surprised to hear a soft “No!” “Why?” I asked. “Oh, it’s not that I don’t like it. I just couldn’t hear you from where I was.” Seeing his eyes got filled with tears also, he continued… “But I knew it was your heart singing and it was so beautiful.” I hugged him and he gave me one right back as we both straightened ourselves and listened to what the pastor was saying.

That memory remained fresh each time. It wasn’t about my song that touched those people. Each of us that moment was the Song. Songs written out of His love.

Like my guitars, Lord, use me as Your instrument daily. To have a heart with a song that people will hear and know that it comes from You. Thank You God for Your unfailing love.


  1. What a beautiful song and message. I'm so glad you agreed to speak and sing that day because it is a beautiful memory to recall of your father, both your earthly father and the healing to get out of bed and be strong enough to attend as well as your heavenly father pouring down His love on you and all the group giving you The Song! Inspiring! Thanks for sharing it. Blessings to you.

  2. So beautiful... again this post touched my heart deeply. I will listen to the video now. Thanking God for your obedient and sensitive heart.

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The Attacker (5/15/09)

The sun was just peeking from the Eastern skies. Ephesians 6:12 [37 kb]

Out in the prison’s yard, some huge Sheriff’s buses were illuminated by the soft glow coming from the lights all over from the tall lamp posts. Their engines were turned on, warming up, before the buses would take the inmates to the different courts where they would have their trials.

Orange-uniformed men were lined up in pairs, joined together with handcuffs and chained, forming a long line. They already had their breakfast and had their morning medications prior to going to courts. Some were fidgeting, as they waited to board those buses.

All of a sudden, all hell broke loose! Two men were engaged in a fight, using weapons they made secretly for a while. Deputies called for help on the radio, both for custody back-up and medical staff, as well.

When the air was cleared and the other inmates were secured, one man was down on the floor. He sustained multiple gashes but two of them were deep. One cut was vertically etched from his left ear going down to the jaw line. The other dangerous cut was horizontal on his left neck, close to the jugular vein. Pool of blood dripped all over the floor. Holding his bleeding neck, he was pointing at the other inmate few feet away, being guarded by the other deputies.

The other man being accused was not hurt. There were no lacerations nor any other signs of trauma. He was obviously very agitated as he was being questioned by those deputies, while the medical staff started treating the other man on the floor. They cleaned the wounds and controlled the bleeding. That man was sent to the nearby hospital.

When the investigation was finalized, it turned out to be that the “downed man who was accusing the other inmate” was the attacker and the other one who didn’t have injury was the one attacked. The deputies found out that it was the second attempt to attack the unhurt man. Both attacks on him failed. He was well-prepared after the first attempt on him, that when the second attempt was done, he was able to defend himself and ended up injuring his attacker severely.

[Source: NLT Bible ]:

We also have an “accuser of the brethren.” Satan and his army of demons are the enemies of God and of everything good.

“Because God’s children are human beings – made of flesh and blood – Jesus also became flesh and blood by being born in human form. For only as a human being could he die, and only by dying could he break the power of the Devil, who had the power of death.” –Hebrews 2:14

Because of what Jesus had done [dying on the cross], we, who live in constant fear of death shouldn’t be afraid anymore. Jesus had freed us from that fear so we can live for Him. When we belong to God, we know that death is only the portal that leads into “eternal life”. [“Thank You Lord!].

Paul warned us, too that we also battle against the evil forces of Satan, who is a vicious fighter. But to be able to withstand their attacks, we must depend on God’s strength and use every piece of His armor. We face an army whose goal is to defeat Christ’s church. When we believe in Christ, they become our enemies. They will try any device to turn us away from the Lord.

Fear not! For God has provided His supernatural power to defeat Satan and his army, through His Holy Spirit within us. So, arm yourselves with God’s armor.

Let us be strong in the Lord's mighty power. Let's put on His whole armor to resist the enemy's attacks: put on the sturdy belt of truth and the body armor of God's righteousness. For shoes, put on the peace that comes from the Good News, so that we are well-prepared. We will need faith in every battle as our shield to stop the fiery arrows aimed by Satan and his army. Let us put on salvation as our helmet, not forgetting the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God. Let's pray at all times, on every occasion in the power of the Holy Spirit. We must stay alert and be persistent in our prayers for all Christians everywhere. [Ephesians 6:10-18].