“One student a year who hears God’s call would be sufficient for God to have called (My Father’s House, mine) Bible Training College into existence.” Oswald Chambers
I find God truly amazing in the way He communicates with His children, in this case, me. I am known by Him as His “little one”, Nenita. That is what my name means or to put it exactly, little baby girl.
It used to upset me that my mother picked it from a movie, “Nenita, Ang Munting Koronel” (Little Coronel in English) whose main character was played by a child icon like Shirley Temple, Tessie Agana. This of course, is my mother’s story of how I came to be me. In college, my new found friend in Nursing School couldn’t properly say my nickname, Nenette. I became Nanette from then on, but at home with my family, it was still Nenette.
It will perhaps give you a smirk to know that there was nothing about my name, or me that I really liked. Neither was I fond of my own native origin, Biñan or for that matter, the Philippines as a whole. This my friends, is a subject best written another day but try not to judge me until you get to read Part II, the second installment. I simply wanted to give you a brief on how Nenita became.
Fast forward to today…I love me, I love my name and everything that it stands for. I am joyfully my Father’s little one, and very proud to be. In the Gospel of Mark, chapter 10:14-15, Jesus gently rebukes His disciples with this, “Let the children come to Me and do not forbid them for of such is the kingdom of God. Assuredly I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it.” Our way to heaven is born out of simple faith, that of a child.
Once upon a time, I was this egotistical, self- reliant and uber independent woman of the ’90s. I came, I saw and I conquered. I believed in me, myself and I. God wasn’t included in my life. But now I know that He was with me even then and will always be with me. He never lets me go too far that His hands wouldn’t reach me. He found me and saved me…from me.
Now that I am His, dare I say it…
Yes, I will shout it from the rooftop, I am nothing without His love. I exist because He is. I live, I breath and I have my being in God alone. Galatians 2:20 is so true for me, “I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”
So what’s your story?