My father served in the army during World War 2. He always talked of the Philippines as a place he might like to visit someday. I know his time there was not a vacation or a business trip. He served with a lot of brave men and women who gave their lives trying and successfully, freeing the people of the Philippines from the Japanese. He fought and he suffered. I know he had a hard time talking about the war and the things he saw firsthand. I heard the stories and the heart felt memories from my dad and I always thought I might go to the Philippines some day. Not as a missionary but to see the same mountains and valleys and coastlines that my father saw so many years ago.
I have the opportunity to go to some meetings in the Philippines in February of this year. I am so excited!! I want to go tomorrow but my plane is not leaving for about six weeks. I will be in the city of Cebu City. I don't know if my dad was there or not, but I dream he was. I want to smell the smells, drink in the culture and enjoy the islands. God has allowed me to go but it will be a sacrifice of funds and of time. I know though , God will bless the time there. I will see a great church built by a pioneer missionary, Bob Hughes. My dad has probably met him in Heaven. I am sure my dad also has met many Philippino believers in Heaven too.
I am really looking forward to this live changing trip. Pray that God will bless and will provide for this trip.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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This sounds incredible. I wish I could remember every conversation I had with Grandpa. He was a great man. I am so glad you will get to experience some of the places he spoke of. Best wishes in your travels.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Michelle