Today
is 12th April 2012 and it has been two months, 12 days since I
shifted to Vaishali, Ghaziabad, a part of NCR (National Capital Region) along
with my parents. I was born in Bombay, better known as Mumbai; we shifted to
Aurangabad and then Nashik, where I finished my schooling. Living in Nashik for
14 years, I was familiar with every area of the grapes-laden place. After my schooling, we decided it was time to
move out of Maharashtra. On May 13th, 2010, we arrived in Delhi and
stayed in South Delhi for over a year, where my dad got a new job in a social
organization. We had a lot of expectations. On arrival, my frantic search for
admissions started. I applied for admission into Journalism (Hons.) as I always
wanted to be a journalist since I was a child. By God’s grace, I topped the
entrance exam of Kamala Nehru College where I am studying in the 2nd
year.
However,
all was not well where we stayed. Chhattarpur (South Delhi) was where my
father’s organization had its quarters. Used to staying in one of the poshest
areas of Nashik, we stayed here with gossiping neighbours, back-biting friends
and not even a good church. Depressed and not expecting all this, we were
clueless.
We
kept asking God for a solution to our problems which were increasing day by day.
More than a year, God kept us waiting. He taught us to be patient and trust
Him. On October 25, 2011, a pastor (similar to a priest in Roman Catholic
denomination) from Kerala visited our church. Honestly, I expected him to be
like any other pastor. But, we decided to give it a try. But, once the pastor
started preaching, we realized the power of God. God talked to my mother and I
once again, believed that God answers those who call upon to Him in truth. God
promised us deliverance within three months.
Shortly
after that, God helped my dad to get an offer from a prestigious organization.
Still, there were problems. But on the last day of the three months promised,
my dad got his appointment letter. Hurrah! God loves us. I know Jesus answered
my parents’ tears. I know how much my mother suffered when our neighbour was an
old grandma. But, she still held onto the Lord.
On
February 1, 2012, we shifted to Vaishali, where we got a good house to stay, in
a good locality. And now, when we look at the past, we realize everything was
for a purpose. We learned that we can depend on God alone. Even now, there are
problems. But, life is not a bed of roses and most important, God has filled us
with His peace which surpasses all understandings.
The
past life at Chhattarpur can never be forgotten and I know I’ll never miss that
place. But, i am grateful to God that He has changed my life and my parents’
lives..
