We must always renounce
Four months ago a very depressed widow came to the church where I am. She should be in her forties.
She was discouraged and careless about her appearance.
While my husband was counseling her he said, ” your husband was the one who died and not you.” I confess that I don’t know if I would’ve had the courage to say these words to that woman, but it was precisely those words that stayed in my head. I didn’t understand it at first, but after that, I was always remembering those same words.
At that moment this lady heard, reasoned, and the result were amazing, she is transformed, happy, prosperous, and firm in the faith. Last Monday she brought ten of her employees to attend the meeting.
Two weeks ago my mother died. It was she who adopted, raised, and taught me. I got the news while I was in the elevator going to the University to take a course on the laws of the country in order to help millions of women who are victims of violence. The course would last about 4 hours.
I didn’t turn back. I got into the car and drove. I took and brought back my friends. I felt their silence along the way. I knew I couldn’t do anything I was in another country, miles away. I’m in Ecuador doing the work of God and I’m from Santa Catarina, Brazil. The only thing I cared about was her salvation. I was able to talk to her about Jesus. While all of this was going on the words that came to my mind at that moment were: “who died was her, not you.” It’s not easy, I felt the pain of loss like any other human being especially since it had been a few years since I last saw her. Though someday I might visit Brazil, I know that I will not have her embrace, but everyday here, with every woman I see, I can “embrace” them with a word of faith, like if they were my own mother, my own daughter, or my sister! If I don’t have the same love for everyone, then I wouldn’t truly have the love of God.
Today, I have no nationality, my nation is Universal, my family is not only the biological ones, but also those who follow my Lord Jesus.
All this happened on a Saturday and on Sunday morning I was there attending the morning meeting with my uniform on, serving and saving. My husband asked me how I was and my answer was that I still have at least seven billion souls to save.