691. Like a Swaddled Infant in His Care, Jesus Gently Leads Me Along the Path

💌 691. Like a Swaddled Infant in His Care, Jesus Gently Leads Me Along the Path

It was during the time when my husband and I had been continuously attending the Charismatic Movement Prayer Meeting held every Wednesday at 8 p.m. on the 7th floor of the Gwangju Catholic Center since we were catechumens. Back then, even while doing hair at the beauty parlor, I would pray, “Jesus, please let only the customers who can be taken care of by my hairstylists come during this time, and please ensure that the customers who need me do not come.” The Lord always answered my prayers, allowing me to attend every week.

During the time I served in the Charismatic Movement ministry, they always put me at the front, calling me the “young lady volunteer.” And because a smile never left my face, everyone who participated in the prayer meetings came to like me. Whenever people saw me, they would say, “Sister Julia, your face is always full of smiles. You are so beautiful~” and they told me that just seeing me made them happy.

Seeing my appearance, people complimented me, but the truth was that, at that time, my heart was completely filled with only thoughts of the Lord. Because of this, everything in the world appeared beautiful to me, and everyone felt lovable. Even those who had slandered me, I began to see as benefactors, so it was no wonder that my face always had a smile.

At that time, my husband worked as a crop section head at a rural guidance office, riding his motorcycle all day for business trips and was involved in farm work, so he was always tired. By the time he got home after work, he was usually exhausted, yet without fail, on Wednesdays, he would join me to attend the prayer meeting at the Gwangju Catholic Center. Of course, my husband believed in God, but his heart was probably even more devoted to being there for me, the wife who had been brought back to life.

To make it to Gwangju after work, my husband often could not have dinner and had to rush to barely make it to the prayer meeting at 8 p.m. After about two hours of prayer, I would meet with those who wanted to see me. By the time I finished, it was usually past 11 p.m., so we would head home, often arriving around midnight. Given how tired my husband was, I tried to leave right after the prayer meeting ended. However, since everyone who attended wanted prayer, I could not turn them away. I would pray for them and share words of love, and before I knew it, it would be late into the night by the time we got home. Because of this, my husband often went to bed without dinner, and I always felt so sorry for him.

One day, my husband said, “Honey! Would it be possible for you to come home right after the prayer meeting?” I immediately answered, “Oh, of course. I will try to hurry more starting today.” However, once the prayer meeting ended, everyone would hold me back to say their goodbyes, and I could not just turn them away. So, without meaning to, I would end up being late again. As a result, my husband might have sometimes found it burdensome to attend the prayer meeting. I felt deeply sorry for my husband who was always waiting for me, but I never once found it difficult to pray for or share love with those who wanted to greet me or receive prayers from me. Thinking that we had become one brother and sister in the Lord's love and were sharing His love with them, I always felt so, so joyful and happy, and I gave thanks to the Lord.

One day, while waiting for my husband to go to the Wednesday prayer meeting, he still had not arrived by 7 p.m., and I started to feel anxious. It takes at least an hour and a half by bus to get to the Gwangju Catholic Center. I was worried, thinking, “What if we are late for the prayer meeting?” Then suddenly, I heard the soft voice of Jesus speaking quietly to me.

“Daughter, why are you so worried? Do not worry, and just wait.” “Oh, my Jesus, how, do you mean?” I asked.

“I will guide the path for you to walk.”

So, I stopped worrying and continued to wait for my husband. Around 7:20 p.m., my husband arrived. We hurriedly left the beauty parlor, and I wondered, “How will the Lord guide us?” As soon as we stepped outside the beauty parlor, a taxi from Gwangju stopped in front of us and asked, “Are you going to Gwangju by any chance?”

“Oh my, Jesus sent a taxi going to Gwangju for us!” I thanked the Lord and replied, “We are going to the Catholic Center.” The driver said, “I will take you there for 1,000 Won each.” We arrived at the Catholic Center at 7:55 p.m., so we were able to attend the prayer meeting right on time. At that time, to get to the Gwangju Catholic Center, I would have had to walk to the Naju bus terminal, take a bus to the Gwangju bus terminal, and then switch to a taxi. The cost for transportation alone would have been about 3,000 Won, and it would have taken a lot of time. But our gracious Lord not only helped us arrive on time but also guided us to save money. 

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