Heaven on Earth

“I write about having faith and hoping for the best when everything around you seems to be falling apart. But I confess, today I am unable to do the same. Through the thick and thin before, I was always able to keep my faith alive and strong. Now, I struggle. My world is collapsing. I hear the voice inside me saying “It’s all for the best” but I don’t seem to believe that statement anymore.”

That was what I started writing one evening when certain events led to my world falling apart right in front of me. I began to lose faith and hope in God and his plan and crumbled under the test he had put forth to me. Tears streamed down my face as I sat at home that evening all alone. No family in the country and didn’t feel like talking to anyone. But whilst I tried finding something comforting to read and watching FRIENDS to cheer me up, I heard voices singing. So I walked over to the other room too see if my aunt was watching something on tele but no. In my room, the singing was now louder and the organ played so beautifully so thought I’d inspect the house. But the moment I stepped out of my room – the singing stopped. I walked around the entire house and checked the neighbours but it wasn’t from anyone of them. So I headed back to my room and switched on the tele. And it started again! It was even louder now and I recognized the song – the famous Christian hymn “Because he lives”. I just had to find the source from where these voices were coming. So as I snooped around the dark house, and it stopped again. I poked my head out through my room window, but heard nothing. I listened hard from neighbouring rooms, no singing from there too.

So I sat with my dinner now hoping to catch up on some Grey’s Anatomy when I heard it again “Because he lives, I can face tomorrow. Because he lives, all fear is gone….” The singing started once more! I rang up a friend just so that someone knows I’m hearing voices. I couldn’t watch anything with all the singing so I just lay on the bed that night listening to them. They kept repeating the same song over and over. It was as if they were singing just for me. Telling me my future is in God’s hands. And that I don’t need to cry my heart out for worries about tomorrow, because Jesus Christ lives my heart.

The singing didn’t seem to scare or freak me out. It was rather comforting. They rekindled the faith in me. It’s like they were sent from above. God sent. I’d like to call them angels. I know there wasn’t any bright white light, sounds of thunder or pretty white robed fairies flying around with halo’s on their heads but they comforted me at a time when I was depressed and alone. They lifted my spirit up and reminded me of the love Christ has for me. I suppose God also didn’t want me to continue writing an article about losing my faith & negativity. Instead he blessed me by concluding it with the abundance of faith we should have in him. Because he lives, he holds the future. And no matter how tough & rough life seems to get, life is worth living because he lives!

People still tell me, it might have been the neighbours on the top floor but I’d like to believe they were heaven sent angels to strengthen me!

For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways - Psalm 91:11