Yesterday, I visited my old house, next to it was a huge tree. I looked to my neighbors house, and everything became emotional.
My mum became a Christian after giving birth to me, I was upside down and had to come out as c-section. My mum was terrified, she prayed and begged that if all went well, she would believe and get baptized. After the surgery, it was supposed to hurt, but it didn't, no one believed that it didn't hurt, even the nurses didn't believe her, but she believed it herself, as it didn't hurt and as long as she knew that, she would know that God was indeed real.
I remember how I became a Christian. I was about 2, and everyday I would sit on the window sill, I would wave to our neighbors, and they would wave back to me. One day one of the neighbors came over and asked my parents if they wanted to go over with me and have a meeting about being a christian and stuff. My family had no English at the time, but went along and enjoyed the night. Ever since that night, we would always go over to learn about God. The man who came over to our house was Joe, his wife was Tina. They met when Joe was sick and in hospital, and they fell in love with each other, and got married. So as I said we went over each night, and one day they told us to go to church, at this point my dad got bored and stopped going over, it was just me and my mum. We went to church every week, and enjoyed being at church with God. A few years passed like this, but Joe was getting sick again, he got really sick, he was losing his memory, he would forget to shut the shower tap, after having showers, he would forget to close the oven switch. Shortly he forgot my name...and then he forgot me... and he didn't recognize me at all. He use to say Hi and talk to me, but after he forgot me, I was a stranger to him...I prayed and prayed every night that he would get better, He never did, he got more and more sick. So I got baptized, to show God that I believe I him, and that he could fix Joe. On the day of my baptism, which was 13th November 2016, Joe recognized me! He prayed for me, and said that he remember the first day we met, how I was only 2. He shared stories of us, and sang for me, that was the happiest day of my life, as he finally recognized me again. Sadly, in February 2017, his body gave up, and he passed away. His Funeral was held on a Tuesday, I didn't go.
It's been a year now, and I still really miss him. I stared at the tree next to my house, Joe planted it there after 3 days of meeting my family, it was still a seedling at that time, now it is huge, taller than 3 meters, so more than 3 times my height. I'm glad he planted that tree, it reminds me of him, and how he introduced God into my life.
Rest In Peace Joe♥♥
Sorry, I just really wanted to share this, I know no one will actually care, but it's alright, because I care, and I miss Joe, I wanted to share this story, as he was my hero.
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