I want to announce something. To do it, there are some things I must do first. First, a lot of famous people have died in the last few days. Which is why I put off this announcement.
This announcement should not get lost in the clamor of other people’s lives. The life I am about to celebrate is one you should know about.
Next, I need to tell a story. It is a story of courage that very few of us can relate to. I saw this life up close and personal, and I still find it hard to believe.
She came from Nicaragua. She lived in wealth, until her nation was ravaged. Then she, her mom, and her young husband fled to America.
While still a teenager, she went from a life that included a new dress every Sunday for church, to working in the sweatshops in America for ten cents an hour.
Her firstborn son was less than a year old when she was with child, once again. When her husband heard she was pregnant again, he abandoned her.
Then, because of her sheer poverty, the doctor strongly advised her to get an abortion. Instead, she refused and every night during her entire pregnancy, she placed the Bible on her belly and cried out to God to use that child.
She went on to remarry and did something that boggles the mind. She raised 8 children in the inner city. What it took to prepare meals, send them to school, pray for their protection, and work in a restaurant, on top of all of that, is beyond explanation. But she did it. Without complaint and without rest.
The light of her faith and strength lives on in her children.
She endured heartache, exhaustion, discouragement, and every setback that life can throw at you. Nevertheless, she never quit, and she never gave up.
It is not the kind of story that gets headlines nowadays—but it should. Most of what we call heroic today, is blasphemy beside this woman’s life.
Her story should be shouted from the rooftops. She embodies the words of the Bible in Proverbs 31:27-29, “She watches over the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many daughters have done well, but you excel them all.”
There are very few times when sadness and gratitude grip you at once. There are even fewer times when you can say, “I am alive because of you.” You see, I was that child that did not get aborted. I could only be a preacher, because she asked God to use me.
I know she heard the words, “Well done, good and faithful servant. Enter into the joy of your Lord.”
This is to our mother, Cristina Murillo: You just left us to be with Jesus and we already miss you more than words can say. We have lost something that can never be replaced, and heaven has gained a treasure that can never be measured.
mariomurilloministries | February 19, 2021 at 12:33 am | Tags: Cristina Murillo, Death of a saint, Heaven, Mario Murillo | Categories: 2021, Mario Murillo, Mario Murillo’s blog, Mothers | URL: https://wp.me/p1vrzp-8bd