Sunday, December 18, 2005 @ 2:37 AM
i got a call from my aunt around 9.20 pm on 17 december 2005 and she asked me to rush down to tan tock seng. my grandpa was in trouble. why? i asked. she just said, "come."
i rushed there- my hearts filled with anxiety and thoughts that contridicted my heart and mind.
"how on earth was ah gong?" "he better don't die." "what if he dies?" *imagines scenario of a funeral* "no, God will save him." *prays* "but what if he die le?" "no, God will not let him." *continued imagining the senario of funeral*
when i reached there, the third floor, i saw my young little cousins playing around. all innocent, unaware about what's happening. those who ain't that innocent- they took it like it was no business to them. then on the other side of the sitting place- i saw my mum and aunties crying. i rushed to my mum and asked what happened.
"ah gong in emergency room."
i immediately kneeled down beside her and prayed. "God, You must heal my grandpa. i know You will, but please heal him." i sounded ironic. "though i don't like my grandpa- but i still want him to live. let him die only after he receive you- 'cause i know it hurts you more than anyone else if you were to lose him just like that." despite all the hatred i had on my grandpa, i still loved him and never wanted him dead.
my grandma fainted when she knew her husband's life was at risk. we had to send her into another room for treatment and be hospitalized as well.
i kept praying and praying for around two hours.
then the door opened and we ran into ICU wards where the small, weak and petite figure laid. tubed were all over him and he was breathing hard, his eyes half-opened. my mum and my aunties cried even more when they saw him. my grandpa would suddenly move vigorously now and then. doctor said it was reflex action. but on 17 december 2005- my grandpa was officially announced brain dead. so to say- a vegetable.
doctor said that we either continue giving medication to maintain his life- but a meaningless vegetable life; or we could stop giving him medication and let him leave.
they decided to feed him on medicine first, until my grandma was okay. they didn't want my grandma's situation to be worse. but after that- they were going to let him leave.
they cried very hard. i was supposed to be sad like them, right?
but i wasn't.
i thank the Lord. i thank the Lord for letting him live. i knew God could have just let him die, but he didn't. maybe people out there would be thinking if i were some kind of sadist- 'cause allowing my grandpa to live would only make him suffer more. but people- i think different.
as long as he's alive- miracles WILL happen.
i feel hopeful. peaceful. filled with faith. and somehow joyful. 'cause i knew the Lord was doing something, and i know He is going to reveal Himself in my family. and i know He was going to perform miracle- only if we believe.
and i believe my grandpa will personally receive Christ before he dies. (:
God said, if you have faith as small as mustard seed, you can move the mountain.
God, i have in you, that salvation in my family is coming.
Christmas is the time of miracles.
i believe that is true.