The Disciplinarians (Father’s Day Special)

I’m excited to write a topic for father’s day. So let’s start.

Mostly, people have only one earthly father right? But for me, I have three fathers.

I would say they are all disciplinarians. God used them as an instrument to mold me into someone that He wants me to be. They thought me a lot but these are the significant.

First is my Tito Jessie. He trained me on how to listen and obey instructions/command carefully, especially when it comes from my parents and elders. He also thought me that once I received the instruction, follow it without any further delay and without murmuring.

And not just that he also introduced me to music. He wants me to be a singer but sadly it didn’t happen.

But by God’s grace dancing is what I got.

I will be always being grateful for my Tito Jessie as Proverbs 13:1 (NKJV) says ‘’A wise son heeds his father’s instruction, But a scoffer does not listen to rebuke’’. Let us all plant this in our hearts and be reminded to obey our parents.

Secondly is my Tatay Jacinto. Tatay is a filipino word for father. During my childhood years, he often discipline me with his rod. I didn’t understand it before why he spanked me with it. But now that I am growing older the more I understand that he loves me that much because Proverbs 13:24 (NKJV) says that he who spares his rod hates his son, but he who loves him disciplines him promptly.

As I remember there is an important gift that my Tatay gave me and he doesn’t know about it. My tatay went to abroad to work in order to provide for us and sent me to one of the most prestigious university in the country. He didn’t know that because of that, I met someone during my stay at the university while pursuing my degree. That someone is Jesus Christ. I accepted Him as my Lord and Savoir in that university. 

And now, as my relationship with Jesus Christ is growing, He showed me the importance of discipling my family first as He promised so they said, “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved, you and your household ‘’ written in Acts 16:31.

My father together with my mother did not failed to provide for us with my brother.

Thirdly is my Uncle Popong. I witnessed how my uncle give time to his family. My uncle Popong is also a happy person because he is contented on having only what he needs. Bu his example I learned that time is very important in building relationship with family. I also learned to live within your means and be contented.

I am very grateful to share with you that recently my Uncle accepted Jesus Christ as his personal Lord and Savoir. Glory to God!

Moreover, we have all had human fathers who disciplined us and we respected them for it. How much more should we submit to the Father of spirits and live! They disciplined us for a little while as they thought best; but God disciplines us for our good, so that we may share in his holiness. No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it. Hebrew 12: 9-11 (NIV)

The most disciplinarian aside from our earthly father, is our Heavenly Father. He disciplines His children as it is written in Hebrew 12: 5-6 (NIV) that “My son, do not make light of the Lord’s discipline, and do not lose heart when he rebukes you, because the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and he chastens everyone he accepts as his son.”

He loves us unconditionally that’s why He bestow us these people in our lives to discipline us according to His will.

That’s why we have to appreciate our family and the people who surrounds you because they’re God’s instrument. We have to love them according to God’s love that is written in 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8 that Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.

Who is my father? Chapter One (True Story)

When I was a child maybe 6-7 years old.
I heard some of my relatives and neighbors kept telling me that my father I am with is not my real father.
Blah! Blah! Blah! I heard them.
In 2004, I joined volleyball and preparing to compete with other schools. So, I need a photocopy of my birth certificate because our coach needs it for the incoming competition.
I was at school that time to have volleyball practice and to pass the birth cert to my coach, while reading my birth certificate, I asked myself why I have a different family name with my parents and my brother?
Why is that in my father’s information at my birth certificate is N/A?
And then, I compared my birth certificate to my co-players to see the information in their birth cert If we’re all the same.
Sadly, not because they have their father’s information in their birth cert.
And then, my coach noticed it that I was comparing my birth cert to other players. So, she called me inside the classroom.teacher-talking-to-children-clipart-6
She talked to me seriously regarding my questions. She told me why I have a different family name.
She said that my mother has a boyfriend and then, she got pregnant then, my father was gone when I was a baby.
I was just like, ah okay coach.
My mind was like a blank page.
And then, the volleyball practice was finished.
So, I went home with a blank page mind.
I cannot hold my feelings anymore so I asked my mother.
Me: Mama, why is that I different family name?
Mama: It’s because you’re already 2 years old before I got married to your dad.
Me: ah okay Mother. Then after that, I’m satisfied with that answer.
In 2007, my Aunt told me about the truth.
Well, I didn’t accept the truth. I can’t because it was so hard knowing the real name of my biological father.
From that moment, I started to ask, where is he?
Until I started to ask questions about him to my relatives, not to my parents.
Luckily, I gathered lots o information.
In 2010, in our school, there was a football competition with a different school. I found out that the school that competed our school was from the place where my biological father lives.
There’s a teacher from that school who talks to me until I found the perfect timing to ask her if she knows this name ( the name of my father ).636368095597178542-Ask-Amy-Dad-Daughter-Hug
Then, she said YES! I KNOW HIM. WHY DID YOU ASK?
and I answered that he is my father while tears are falling.
And the teacher helped me to see him personally.
After a week, it’s time to see him.
Whooo! I’m coming to his place.
I traveled an hour from school to their house.
Labdub! labdub! labdub! my heart beats so fast.
My parent doesn’t know what I am doing that time.
Thank you for reading. It just the first chapter of our journey.
Watch out for the second chapter of our journey.
God bless.

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