My Encounters with God

 

    My memories take me to those times when I was less than 5 years old, my father before going to bed taught me to pray on my knees facing the wall, eyes closed and hands together. My mother has always been a strong believer, so she always sent me to catechism and I was always active in all the activities and youth groups in the church.

    My first testimony of the love that we receive from our Heavenly Father and more when we ask with Faith, has been that since I was little I had the habit of buying 5 candles during the week of exams at school, lighting one each day to ask God for his help in My final tests, I never got burned.

    I have lived a life based on Faith and God's Mercy. One of my brothers, barely under 18 years old, was diagnosed with a bone disease. There came a time when a doctor told my mother that he would be disabled, he was in bed for a few months; my mother struggling with that, faced the loss of a son.

    My dear and naughty brother had a car accident and was referred to a hospital outside the city, where we stayed for five days. How many things happened to me in those days. I remember going out in a taxi at 10:00 at night to buy medicine that my brother needed. I didn't know where he was or how to get to the hospital, but I didn't have money to pay for the taxi that would wait for me and take me back to the hospital. My mother tells me before leaving: don't take your phone with you, you might lose it! I reply that I need to be in touch in case something happens, because the phone fell silent when I got out of the car. I bought what I needed, I didn't have a phone and I didn't know how to get there. It was around 11:00 PM and it was very dark, so I decided to run, walk at a double pace and I was praying the Our Father and the Hail Mary, yes, even if I arrived and the taxi driver I left with was in front of the hospital, I asked the driver to allow me to check the car that I had left something and there was my cell phone. That is only part of what happened during those days and how God always protected me. We found good people who fed us and allowed me to sleep at their house. My mother never wanted to leave her son, she only left the hospital to shower.

Suddenly he begins to see a lot of movement in the ICU room where my injured brother was, the doctors come out and give the news that he had died. The world ended in an instant, a sick brother and another had died when he was only 18 years old. Upon receiving the news from the doctors, I cried out to God for an hour that would do the miracle in my brother and bring him back to life. Even my brother taken to the morgue, where I went to take the box so that they could deliver it to us and take it home, in my mind I only asked God for my brother's life. An hour's drive to get home and I kept praying to my God for a second chance for my brother. I spent the funeral and nothing that Our Heavenly Father fulfilled my wish.

Then, I thought that my brother's goal was that, to die at that age with the goal that my parents would settle down and my father would start to respect and treat my mother and us well, but it wasn't like that. Trying to make sense of what happened, I began to complain to God: why did you take away that brother so full of life? Why don't you give that health of my other deceased brother to this one who needs it so much? They were very hard days, I spent crying and praying at work, like my mother, asking God for my brother's health. Until he was taken to a specialist who, after approximately a year of examinations, studies, follow-ups, managed to control what was affecting my brother and, as God, never fails those of us who firmly believe and patiently await his miracles, family friends they obtained a year's worth of injections that were not sold in pharmacies because of their high cost. After those years of treatment with those injections he began to lead a normal life and returned to his job, after a long time in which he could not work.

Two months after my brother died, the relationship with my father became worse, he began to blame my mother for my brother's death, until he couldn't take it anymore and we had to leave home. The first few months were not easy, but we found peace and supported each other.

My mother has always been a very wise woman, we were grown up and we saw my mother suffer with our father's actions, but she always highlighted the good things about my father, thereby ensuring that we always maintained a good relationship with him. Over the years the house where we lived deteriorated and he started a new one, my brothers and I completed it and my father allowed my mother to move in it and that it be in her name. Today, despite all the bad times and suffering, we have a good relationship with him, because God commands us to love and not hate.

Do not think that these little tests have been only the blessings that I have received from Jesus. If I continue writing I will be missing pages, every day is a miracle from God, being well in the midst of so many wars in this world is one more blessing, being firm in the day to day, keeping faith in the midst of the storms that the world is experiencing today. world, being patient in that each moment arrives and calm awaits us, is part of all the blessings we receive every day.

"I invite you to believe, my days, every step I take are a miracle from God"

 

Daniela Peralta Jerez

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