Through silent cries and suppressed tears

For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands. - Timothy 1:6

How can such an action be possible?  How can I "fan into flame the gift of God which is in" me?

First I have to believe in that gift, but how?  These are questions that just a few days ago I asked myself over and over again.  "I will propose to accomplish this," I told myself.  God help me so that this flame be awakened in your people.  It is in this manner that I proposed to provoke this outcome in His church.  I began to see that there are many believers who desire this as well.  It is a necessity of the hungered soul to "fan into flame the gift of God."  This is life!  It made more and more sense to me.

That special day in which we celebrate Thanksgiving every year had arrived.  My husband and I had planned to host this year's dinner in our home.  We would all gather around the table on this splendid occasion. However, in the midst of preparations, something very unexpected occurred in my life.  I had left my home to purchase last-minute items for our dinner.  To my surprise, a black widow had made a home in my shoe.  It is a very toxic and dangerous spider for those who are found in its midst.  It was over a course of hours that a variety of excruciatingly painful symptoms produced throughout my body forcing us to visit urgent care where they attempted to alleviate the severe discomfort and pain to no avail.  It was three days of excruciating pain and symptoms that became totally unbearable.  My family, by my side, fought to bring me comfort and some relief, praying constantly for healing.  

I was absent at the much anticipated Thanksgiving table.  Instead, it was through silent cries and suppressed tears so as to avoid any more suffering on my family, that I feasted on this delicious dinner in bed during intense pain.  I suppressed the real pain until nightfall.  In the midst of the pain I cried out over and over again, covering my mouth so no one would hear.  God, don't leave me, I can't bear this any longer.  Why am I not feeling better?  I feel like I am in labor, I can't go on.  My husband, who was near me, whispered "It's ok, honey, cry, don't worry."  I thought to myself "how fragile life is, this wasn't in my plans for today."  How is it possible that everything can change in an instant?  If it can change in an instant, I learned a very important lesson, life is too short to be wasted.  Every minute counts.  "fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you…"  His Word was my strength and my prayer.  Three days of labor-like pain was my only hope.  "For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you…"  May everyday be like your final day of life, reviving God's power of love.  What a privilege and honor.  I invite you to join the great multitude of believers to live out II Timothy 1:16.  

My God bless you and may He accomplish His will in us!

-Rosa Urizar

We praise God that after three days we were able to celebrate our moms 60th birthday.  What a blessing to celebrate her life and dedicate it to our Loving Savior Jesus Christ who lifted her up from her pain.  We give Him all the honor and glory forever!