When I Wake in The Morning

My parents learned the Love of Christ at a young age growing up in Cambodia. In Cambodia they lived through the third-world country days where they had only a few sets of clothes, but they had an abundance of joy, love, and peace that came from the Provider, Jesus Christ.

One weekend, my parents and I drove up to Eugene, Oregon to visit my sister, Sopheap, who had moved from California to Oregon for another start, so to speak, with her family-life. She and her husband wanted to get away and be in another state, new environment, and the like. They took their two kids and purchased a house in Oregon. We stayed for the weekend and early Sunday morning, we headed back to California. On our drive I became curious about their lives, who they were when they were young, and why they are the way they are today. I asked them about the miracles, the experiences that brought them to where they were in their lives today. My mom told me of one miracle where they experienced drought for several weeks, or so and with the heat and such, when it gets dry and the plants do not have a lot of water they wither and farmers will experience a lack of crops, fruits, etc for selling as well as harvesting and eating. She said her dad, my grandfather, knew of nothing else to do but of what he had heard about and read about: to pray if nothing else. My grandpa sat praying from about 6 in the morning until 6 that evening and as he lift up his head to finish his prayer he heard something. He got up and went to the door to see what was going on and out above his field, his piece of land--maybe an acre ( I would say) he saw clouds. Rain poured like water from a pitcher onto the land. Nowhere else did you see rain clouds or clouds in the sky! As I was listening to this story I had to ask my mom, "Are you serious?" I asked her a second time, "You are not lying right, mom?" She was astonished that I would question her or think that she would ever lie to me; she said, "No, I am not lying. I stood right next to my dad."
I was so awestruck I could only laugh and rejoice. God is crazy-good crazy...really he's awesome, mighty, and so much more. He is all that is good and I thank Him for loving my mother before she loved him and loving me before I loved her and loving her when she loved me. I thank God for loving my father for loving him before he loved God back and before my father knew there was going to be a "me." The stories about my dad will be for the next blog.