Let The Words Be Few

"As you enter the house of God, keep your ears open and your mouth shut! Don't be a fool who doesn't realize that mindless offerings to God are evil. And don't make rash promises to God, for he is in heaven, and you are only here on earth. So let your words be few." ~ Ecclesiastes 5:1-2 (emphasis is mine)

They were determined to make me work only until April. As they uttered so many words contradicting their hearts’ motives, I knew those words were just empty, making promises that were already broken because of their desire to terminate me. Thousands of words were laid out on the table except their actions were not the same. The paper they prepared looked good but they did not reveal what they had been saying all along. They tried to quietly intimidate me, accuse me and instill fear about my future. But that just wouldn’t work.I refused to sign it. I saw her stealing quick glances trying to observe my emotions. She found none. She felt good and confident that I was like a puppet with strings she controlled with her hands. I got up and reminded them that I requested to be represented and yet, they proceeded with this planned tryst, with me unaware of others' presence.

"How can they not know in their power what is right and what is wrong?" I thought to myself as I got up. One hearsay was blown into something that would damage my career. And one inaccurate accusation got passed along because of this person's intention to hurt me. I tried defending myself but my words went out into their other ears.

The person who was supposed to be with me didn't call me back. All alone, I wasn't afraid because I know the Truth that there is One Who knows and directs everything that happens and He is in complete control over my life. Over their lives. With my limited knowledge, things may seem bleak but in my heart that sees Him, I know He already knows and that in everything, I trust He will turn this into good. He was the One after all, Who put me in this dark place from where I was before. He was the One Who gave me discernment to know what was going on.

Their empty words…They were all useless. That was plain foolishness.

“Open our eyes, Lord,” I softly prayed while sitting at the back of the car, driven by my son learning now how to drive and as my husband sat next to him on our way to His house, listening to worship songs from the radio station.

“Open the eyes of our hearts, Lord…” “Let our words be few…”

I know, no matter what happens, even if feeling this injustice, I know He takes notice of everything. I would rather not say thousands of words that are meaningless in front of Him. I don’t want to take a step way before Him. I don’t want to do the talking but rather just listen to Him. It’s not right to tell Him what I want. Knowing He is the only One Who is faithful and true to His promises, I know that I can fully trust in Him and on His perfect timing.And I am sad not because of the situation I'm in. I am sad for them because when truth is revealed, it will hurt them instead. For now, I would rather just FOCUS on Him. For now, I would rather not miss what He wants for me...

“Let my words be few…” “Lord, You deserve our praises and thanks. You alone orchestrate everything. Thank you for putting joy into my heart, instead of fear. Thank you for the comfort You cover me with as these people try to cut me deep. Thank you that You know their accusations are not true and I know that in Your perfect time, it will be revealed. Thank You that though it may seem like a fiery trial, You protect me and make me safe. Let my words be few Lord…And if words do come out, may they please You only. In Jesus’ Name.”

True Courage

Swamped by a horde of incoming newly-arrested bodies, I volunteered to help the Intake Nurse as we just got done with all the work in the Infirmary. A female Highway Patrol ordered her arrestee to sit on the plastic chair inside the Intake Nurse’s small clinic so we both could start screening him, health-wise.

He was slightly drunk.Seeing the flashing lights behind him, he made the crucial decision to step more on the gas pedal. Cruising through many streets at a very high speed, his car went through a median. He had laceration on two of his fingers on his left hand. They were cut so deep from the accident, he almost lost his fingers. It was fortunate he didn’t break a bone nor sustained a massive head injury. He had a female passenger being booked on the other side of the prison’s Intake.

“Sorry,” I uttered. “I can’t let you have that metal stabilizer on your fingers though I know your fingers needed to be immobilized. No one is just allowed to keep any metal thing here while incarcerated,” I explained.

“I understand, Ma’am,” he politely responded.

“What are we going to do?” asked the other nurse.

“It’s okay.” I replied. Stepping back toward the sink where a glass jar housed a few wooden tongue blades, I got two and broke them in half, leaving a length that corresponds to his fingers’. I applied it carefully after seeing him in pain and secured it with a gauze and tape. It worked about the same purpose as that metal immobilizer. To his relief.

As the other nurse was summoned to screen the other arrestee, the female Officer busy writing within a distance, I helped him take out his right arm from the long sleeve covering it so I could take a blood pressure reading.

There it was, I saw a beautiful font tattooed on his mid-forearm that spelled “J E S S E”.

“Who’s Jesse?” “You?”

“My son, Ma’am.”

“How old?”

“Only 2.”

Silence…I looked at him eye to eye.

“Sir, I usually try not to say anything.” (Knowing it was only him and I at that time, I wanted to take the opportunity to talk with the man as if he was my relative and not think of him as an arrestee).

“I hope that your son means a lot to you…”

He smiled as if he knew where the conversation was going.

“I love him so much,” he abruptly answered.

“Then, if you do, think about him always. Carry him in your heart. So, when you have to make decisions, he will always be a part of that decision. And if he truly is a part of that decision, then, hopefully, you will choose to take the right move, not the bad one. Because of Jesse…”

He was whisked away by the female Officer. He turned around and thanked me and gave me a smile. Softly, he whispered, “I will, Ma’am. Thank you.”

After being booked, I saw he would remain incarcerated for a long time because of all the violations he did. Jesse would grow up in that long amount of time. But I prayed for him. That it would never be too late to make that change. For him and Jesse.

In this life, true courage is not climbing the tallest mountain. It is not about sailing many seas. True courage is admitting you’re wrong and you’re truly sorry for it. True courage is knowing you are a sinner, just like everyone else and with true repentance, knees are bent and tears are shed as the heart cries for forgiveness from one, true God. And to Him, a broken heart and a contrite spirit is offered at His feet.

“Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time.”

~ 1 Peter 5:6 (NIV)

"The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit. You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God." - Psalm 51:17 (NLT)

He Showed His Love

They seemed so nice as one by one, they walked into the Clinic and said “Good Morning” to anyone who crossed their paths. Among them were those few whose smiles were so wide and seemed they were bringing such gladness into the start of this day but I had deciphered their inner beauty long time ago. What the outside showed was different from their inner attitudes and motivations displayed.

“Actions speak louder than words…”

“Good morning,” this one particular boss uttered to me as she saw me from a distance.

I nodded to acknowledge her greeting but without any words. Nothing came out of my mouth as my brain processed a greeting deprived of love? Like what Paul said, we can speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but without love we will be like a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. (1 Corinthians 13:1).

“Actions speak louder than words…”

People can speak with great eloquence and such great wisdom but without love, it will not mean anything.

“Actions speak louder than words…”

Jesus had shown His love to all. He gave His life to show how much love He has for everyone. He shed His blood and became the ransom for ours.

“Actions speak louder than words…”

^“19 We love because he first loved us. ²⁰ Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen. ²¹ And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister.” – 1 John 4:19-21 (NIV)

Jesus came down from heaven to speak about God’s love to this world deprived of love.

“We know what real love is because Jesus gave up his life for us.” – 1 John 3:16 (NIV)

The Battle Isn't Mine

^“10My people, you are my witnesses and my chosen servant. I want you to know me, to trust me, and understand that I alone am God. I have always been God;  there can be no others.  ¹¹I alone am the LORD;  only I can rescue you.  ¹²I promised to save you, and I kept my promise.  You are my witnesses that no other god did this. I, the LORD, have spoken. ¹³I am God now and forever.  No one can snatch you from me or stand in my way. “ – Isaiah 43: 10-13 (CEV)

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That unexpected meeting had me fully open to their winds of accusations that almost killed the light I tried to carry wherever I went. It flickered. The more wind, the more wavering it did and the little light became even lesser, to the point of going up in smoke.

Then, suddenly, a Huge Hand came and shielded my light against those strong winds of accusations that had no basis. The winds that came from three people in power who just wanted to serve their self-interests. Three people who were supposed to protect, and under our badges, were placed in their prominent positions, became the first ones to accuse and wanted to do a severe damage. They could only see the power that held them high. But they didn’t know. Any power from this world would not last. Any who was number one in position in this world would not mean it would be the same ranking in His Kingdom.

And my light didn’t die. Saved by His mighty Hand. And I saw the scars on His hands pierced by those nails. Nails that were driven by the same passion wrongfully used by those people in high power thousands of years ago. They wanted to kill him even if He was innocent. They didn’t want to believe anything He said though they were amazed by what they heard from Him. They thought they could plan for His death and made Him bleed as He walked through the narrow, dusty road leading to Golgotha, while carrying a heavy, wooden cross. But they didn’t know. It was already planned by God. He sacrificed His own Son to save humanity from their sins.

As I sat there battling those powerful winds, my heart glowed more with hope. Knowing that the God Who raised Him from the dead was the same One Who freed Him from death’s agony; as it was impossible for death to keep its hold on Him. My light grew brighter as He shielded me from those attacks and reminded me of what was to come. Because of what He had done. And because I chose to believe and trust in Him.

I am reviewing what I wrote from day one that there was a big change at work. I keep playing the recorded messages over and over. Praying for God’s discernment daily, I had that gut feeling to start taking notes as I felt that there was an unseen powerful storm that would threaten to stop His work in me. As they smirked and laughed their hearts out, celebrating because of what they thought crippled me, I remained resting in His wonderful promises. His Armor remained intact all over me, day in, day out.

Next week would be a big leap for me. As I try to sort out what I have to fight back.  I feel good. I have His mighty tools He gave me. They will not hear a loud yell from me. They will not expect any disrespectful remarks. For I am not reacting in the flesh but I’m fighting in the Spirit. With my defense, they will cower because of His truth and His righteousness. With my stance, they will not see any fear but peace, love, and the joy of salvation. They will hurt because I will bring the battle into His light and their hearts will be pierced with His sWORD. As I remain not standing up in a stance while holding a fist into the air, I would rather continue to bend my knees and fold my hands together. Even if they get calloused. As I know many of you are also keeping me in your prayers. And because of that, as we gather and meet in the Spirit, I pray that I see everything through His eyes, not mine. To God be the glory! Thank you friends for your prayers and love.

 “And he said, “Listen, all Judah and inhabitants of Jerusalem and King Jehoshaphat: Thus says the Lord to you, ‘Do not be afraid and do not be dismayed at this great horde, for the battle is not yours but God's.” – 2 Chronicles 20:15 (ESV)