In 2005, when God told me that He was going to erase stuff from my memory, I knelt and said, “as you say but one…that you love me.”
Life was not easy after that process in 2007. At times my
memory comes and goes, a frozen brain for hours. Once in a conversation, someone
suggested that I should pray in tongues on such occasions. I agreed because I realized
that they won't understand the stage of forgetting even to pray in tongues and should
be reminded by God, “nithya, pray in tongues…”
In my language, which part in, “my brain gets frozen for
hours”, you didn’t understand???
At times, better let people win the argument. Not because
they are right but because it doesn’t worth a fight.
A brother of mine said once, “Some seasons, better keep quiet.
We talk just to pile up misunderstandings”. So true. Most of my conversations with
people turned out to be handing over the weapon to people who wanted to kill
me.
What I should remind myself is this? How much I wanted to be
the gold, experience His power of resurrection in every area of my life? Am I on
a progressive path from that angle?
It's been years since I am in that path. Never felt like
comparing my experience to the thorn in my flesh and getting complacent. A step
by step journey to the promised exit He had destined for me. I heard stories of
people who went through terrible situations than mine. Testimony gives birth to
testimony.
