Right Where We Are

It is this time of the year that our santol tree is laden with fruits. Our santol fruit, of bangkok variety, is large and fleshy, and the seeds are thick, furry and so sweet.

But why would I be talking about our santol tree? Because, for me, it is a sweet reminder of God’s love: how He cares for us and listens to our soul’s silent cries. How He sees those tears that leak out of hearts that deeply weep. And how He answers our heartfelt prayers.

In 2005, after we returned from spending Christmas and New Year in the fasting house compound in Pampanga (this was the time that I was desperately seeking healing and I didn’t want to leave God’s house of worship, and so, the family stayed there almost the whole of December of 2004), we finally settled home.

I was ready to battle my illness with the help of the Lord.

In the mornings, when I managed to sit up in bed, and after I had praised and prayed, I would look out the window. Now, this faced our neighbor’s garden. Their dining room’s french doors opened to a patio leading to the garden. Our neighbors were also a young family like ours. The difference was that, there was no illness in their family, and they were always happy: eating meals together, playing, celebrating with loved ones and friends… in their garden.

As I went through the suffering that my illness brought, I could hear our neighbors’ robust laughters and cheerful conversations. Sometimes, this would make me do my best to sit up, reach out for the book of praise, lift my weak hands, and sing praises to the Lord. Tears brought about by physical suffering, heart that was sorrowing, and soul that was hungry for God’s blessing, trickled down my face like rivulets.

Those were the days when I hadn’t yet learned to keep my eyes only on the Lord Jesus and not on my circumstances. In those times, still a baby-in-Christ, I wasn’t only physically weak, but spiritually weak as well. And so, I was deeply hurt seeing and hearing our neighbors celebrate daily life, while our family couldn’t eat meals together normally, let alone play, celebrate, laugh…

This urged me to desire to live in another place. So, we started to look for a new house, somewhere I could be happy. For many weeks, we looked, but we couldn’t find what I wanted. Eventually, we let go of our plan. We decided to stay put and wait for God’s plan for us.

I spent the whole 2005 convalescing. In early 2006, I had recovered, though not completely. We spent that whole year traveling and attending crusades of our Church in different provinces in Luzon. Almost every week we were on the road. I had forgotten my sorrow. Serving the Lord was, and is, certainly exhilarating!

Towards the end of 2006, to our complete surprise, our neighbors rented out their house and settled somewhere near their kids’ schools. Later, they decided to sell their property. We called their office and offered to buy only the lot beside our house which was the spacious garden. No positive answer at that time.

In the first quarter of the following year, I found out that I was pregnant with our second baby – definitely a tremendous blessing! Around that time, too, we received a call from our former neighbors offering to sell us the garden part of their property.

By God’s grace, we paid it right away. And that’s where the santol tree comes in: it was standing high and happy in that property that we bought.

I realized then that God answers our prayers beyond our expectations, and that He blesses us right where we are, if we only keep still, trust, and wait patiently.

For thus saith the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel; In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness and confidence shall be your strength…

…blessed are all they that wait for him

…thou shalt weep no more: he will be very gracious unto thee at the voice of thy cry; when he shall hear it, he will answer thee.

(Isaiah 30: 15, 18, 19)

Related post: Beautiful Things Happen When We Trust in God

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12 comments on “Right Where We Are

  1. Hannah Peru says:

    Dear Mom,

    Well though, even if I stare at that santol picture for the whole day, it’s like I’m eating as many! And that even goes well with indian mangoes.

    Have a yummy santol day mom! (And I wish I could eat today.)

    ♥Hannah =)

  2. ann says:

    Great story of Gods providence in our lives.

  3. “He blesses us right where we are, if we only keep still, trust, and wait patiently.” So hard to be still and wait:) But that’s where the real healing occurs isn’t it? Great post.

    • RinaPeru says:

      “They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength…” If we believe in God’s promises, He also will perform them. Thanks for visiting!

  4. Charlotte says:

    The fruit sounds delicious. I’d never heard of it before. Thank you for sharing this blessing with us.

  5. Ginger says:

    I have been eating so much fruit,I just love all fruit. I have never heard of this fruit before but I’m so glad your tree produced fruit ithis year.
    God Bless,

  6. Pamela says:

    Our fruit is in season and I’m doing a happy dance. I’d love to try yours, too. God’s love is surely sweet.


  7. patsy says:

    Glad to hear you have recovered! And it is great to meet a fellow filipina who loves the Lord. Sometimes we cannot understand God’s ways, we can only trust and be faithful!

  8. Lory says:

    Glory to God! Dearest Jesus truly bless his children. I can feel the holiday on your page po (chuckle)
    Have a wonderful weekend.

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