Dad was the kindest man in the village, always ready to help others in need. To us he was a man of service, a selfless man who reflected God’s love and peace. On October 31, 2021, Dad went to be with the Lord.
My name is Michelle. I came to Cambodia from the Philippines as a missionary three years ago. When I said goodbye to my family, I never expected that I would not see Dad again in this life time. Since the pandemic hit, I was unable to go home.
When the news came from home that Dad wasn’t eating, my siblings and I were just counting the days. There was nothing I could do to help him but pray. It’s the most distraught sorrowful, heartbroken, and wistful feeling I’ve ever had.
As missionary here, I work as a teacher and support my own living. The gospel could not be preached openly in Cambodia. Privately I can show God’s love towards the children and their parents and share the gospel in charitable works such as feeding programs.
I live by faith that God will provide. I'm living on bare minimum as I helped out my family financially back home, including Dad’s medication. I did not expect his days would be cut short so soon. The country has been in lockdown. Traveling in Asia is still very restricted.
I was not able to be by Dad’s side. I can only weep with my mom on the phone through facetime. All of the children are returning home except me. I have very little means left to go by. With covid protocols still in place, I have to cover my own plane tickets, quarantine hotel, swab tests, etc.
My home is in the southern part of the Philippines, in Mindanao. Getting there takes a long time, after transferring from Manila, bus rides, and smaller carrier to the village.
I miss home so much and wish I could be with my mom to comfort her. The funeral is about to take place. I cannot be there. I’m the only one that is not able to be there for my own father’s funeral. Being far away, in this pandemic, my heart has been devastated.
I believe in the resurrection and the hope in Christ. Jesus holds the key to death and hades. Just as the Bible says, “thou hast not left my soul in hell,” I know Dad will rise again and live forever.
As people we still mourn for the loss of a loved one. I’m not even certain how to deal with the reality of Dad being gone from us in this life. Everything still seems unreal.
By God’s grace, my spirit is strengthened. Our mourning is not permanent. For we have Jesus as our savior, who has given us eternal life already. For the interim, while we are still in this flesh and blood, we have sorrow and pain when a loved one leaves us. I pray that God would provide me a way to go home.
My testimony of the Lord’s deeds here in the gospel is true. I pray and trust that if it is God’s will, He will provide from fellow labors of the kingdom of God. I would appreciate your support of my journey home to be with my family.