One of my Dreadful Experience

experience (ik-spir’ē∙аns)

–n. 1. The act of undergoing or being involved in an event, situation, etc.

Living into this world, everybody has its own experience, though yes in different way still each individual may sometimes be able to forget his or her experiences especially when that experience is such a memorable one.

However, on the meantime, let us just focus first unto one experience, which is mine. In fact, this is just one of my most unforgettable experiences that are hardly ever happened in my 17-year’s of existing on this world.

          It was a cold evening then, just arrived from our church, when a dreadful incident had happened… my family, almost done eating their dinner, without me, knowing that I could be at home on that very moment. They did not wait for my arrival that I could dine with them though.

Anyway, it is not that event that bothers me, it was the time when my Papa approach me, saying, “Go get your dinner fast, I want to talk to you.”

Oh, why the sudden displeasure, I wonder why? It was then that I realize that he is going to confront me about my newfound “faith”. This going to be a long night again arguing on this, like; asking me about, why should I have to change my religion? ‘Bout that if what was the religion I had linked on my life with since I was young should be the religion that I’m going to die with which is spiritually wrong.

Until the argue between us is getting oppressive and brought the argument into despotic event that my father is abandoning my presence in front of him, worst, abandoning me out of the family for having a hard headed daughter.

I thought that time how faithless my father could have as a Son of God, which is at that time the Son of Satan! At first, I really do not know what to do but I rebuke every evil spirits on my way and then went to my pastor’s house crying ‘till my tiring time might come then asked some advice from them (my brother’s and sisters in Christ). And they’ve told me that if I’m going to follow the footsteps’ of my parent’s, me too might take the path to hell, w/c is I don’t want to let it happened especially to my family..

It took many months that had passed by before I have gained one of the greatest blessings, which God gave to me. That was the time when He touches the heart of my parents, let their eyes, heart, mind, and soul, sees, seek and know the way, the truth and the life that no one comes to the Father except accepting Jesus Christ as their personal and sovereign savior.

Now, counting experiences and blessings into my life became a habit.