On May 9, 2021, my son, Jose, who was 11 years and 8 months old, was baptized as a sign of accepting the Lord Jesus as Savior in his life. About a week later, we went to Jakarta to file some paperwork. We returned to our home in Surabaya on May 24. On May 26, Jose was playing with some neighbors near his house. He was attacked- an adult man hit him in the head with a brick. We didn't understand what happened at first; while we were with him in the hospital, we realized that his cell phone was missing. Someone attacked an 11 year old boy just to steal his phone. Watching him suffer in his hospital bed was the worst thing in my life- I had raised Jose as a single mom since he was born. I was confused and devastated. Sadly, Jose fell into a coma after surgery and on June 2, 2021 he returned to Father's house in heaven.
learn moreGod didn't stop there. After Jose died, I prayed. Sometimes I would call out to my beloved son. Once, after I cried out, "I love you, Jose," I heard a soft voice reply, "I love Jose, too." My spirit felt that the person who spoke to me was humble, but authoritative. It was God letting me know God loves Jose so much that it was time for him to go to heaven.
On June 11, 2021 The Surabaya police department held a press conference announcing the arrest of Wahyu Buana Putra Morita. I witnessed the perpetrator in front of the media and police. He had been shot in the leg and he hung his head in shame. The Holy Spirit gave me strength as I watched him from distance of about 3 meters. I just kept quiet and didn't say a word to him at that time. Praise God, the spirit that is within me is greater than this world. I did not berate him, did not shout; even the perpetrator and the media did not know that I was among them.
On June 14, 2021 I met Jose's murderer at the police station. Again, the holy spirit gave me strength. Before confronting the man who killed my son, Wahyu Buana Putra Morita, I was moved to buy a Bible and a book about Jesus. I gave them both to Wahyu Buana Putra Morita when I met him at the jail. I told him that I'm a Christian who believes in Jesus and I have to forgive. He prostrated to apologize. I told him to repent and apologize to God. If it wasn't for God, I wouldn't have been able to speak like that and stand up to this day and testify like this. The flesh actually insults that person, but I don't know that this mouth can be so sweet because the Holy Spirit is a sweet and gentle influence who is inside inside me controlled my soul to live through all my trials.
O Father, have mercy on them, for they know not what they do.
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