I asked my mother when she visited us in our place, just this morning during breakfast. I love to talk and listen every family meal.
I learned something new. Never before, have I learnt this thing.
I praise God for this experience. A real and personal encounter of God's love for me.
Here's the story. I just learned this from my mother.
When she gave birth to this handsome baby boy (ahem!), I wasn't crying like a new born baby should. The midwife did the right procedure, but to no avail. Then, she asked my father to suck the fluids inside my nose. And my father did what the midwife told him to do. Then later, like any other normal baby, I was crying. Praise God!
My father was my hero. Amazing!
But it's too late now. I can't thank him anymore. It's too late for me to know this, my father died many years ago, when I was still a second year high school.
Lord Jesus, thank you for sending me, my father. My hero. My real life experience of Your presence my Saviour.
With love,
Jesse Cadelina
P.S. The picture above are my parents. They are the source my handsomeness (ahem!) and most especially with the love of God that binds them together. Praise be to God!
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