Silence

Por P. Julissa Garcia

SILENCE narrated the importance of paying attention to what we say, but not after having said it, but before. Of the maturity that each stage of our lives must include in the spiritual, work and behavioral spheres. It is the account of traveling through valleys of desolation and deserts caused by the lack of fear. In it, I leave the care of the expressions we use without taking into account the receiver we face and the wisdom we show when we are ready to hear rather than to speak when our words lack the components of love, patience, kindness, maturity, and many times truth.

In addition and finally, it was my commitment marked by these lines that we learn to assume with due responsibility, authority and tolerance those assignments for which one day we prayed or that simply surprised us.

Learning to say a lot and substantial in SILENCE at the right time and at the perfect time, letting God defend us from the timely response.

Blessings,

Julissa Garcia.

• Idioma: Español
• Editorial: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Fecha de lanzamiento: 11 abr 2022
• ISBN: 9781662492808

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Acknowledgments

Always to my beloved family, to the strengthening love of my two children, love that drives me.

To all the chapters that in the course of my life have made me mature, and have been responsible for shaping my emotions, the process that inevitably reminded me that I am mud. Finally, to the most important, the Father who provoked my meeting with him when I needed it most. The Son who made me an instrument of the notes of his gospel. To the Holy Spirit, who with his power has managed to mold my character and with His tutelage has taught me the power of silence when there is no wisdom in words.

Blessings,

Julissa García.

Prologue

Through reading this manuscript entitled Silence, we will learn how many things it was necessary for us to abandon, sacrifice, change, discard and keep quiet for the price of the presence of God in our lives, and the permanence of people and positions in the process of it. We will be talking about several lived testimonies, which help us to learn the price of maintaining the presence of God in our hearts, and the peace with us and in our environment during everyday life. We will strengthen and identify in not allowing any bucket of ice water loaded with fear, sin, resentment, ego, pride, helplessness or evil, to put out the fire of the glory of God in our lives, nor of the victorious future does that approach us.

Silence also means absence of news or a word, on any matter. That silence that gives no signs of life, silence that makes us absent, with knowledge present, but without haste, and with wise strategies that are not plainly seen. Silence, which certifies that the true self stayed behind and now my life is governed by the intension and knowledge that vengeance is not mine. Silence that plants fruits of maturity, harvesting sweet and bitter experiences in our lives, work and ministry.

I invite you to take a walk through these lines that, no doubt, to some will be flavored with courage and strength. Paragraphs that will mark the determination you will need to never exchange His presence for anything or anyone. Paragraphs that will give you the forewarning that in each step you take, you will have challenges to assume and the enormous responsibility that the things that cannot be changed do not prevent the dreams, for which you ventured into these challenges, from coming true.

Silence is to say that, even if you have to be quiet, even so, you can keep the word faith alive, constantly proclaiming that soon it will be dawn and you will once again see the sun of justice the sun of justice that will be exposed in God’s time, but not by your will.

Silence, while we allow the truth to be exposed in our favor and God do his will that will always be good, pleasant and perfect.

Enjoy it,

P. Julissa Garcia

Contents

I—Repentance

II—The First Love

III—The Calling

IV—The Calling the Lord Has Made Me

V—Chosen

VI—Faithful

VII—Identity

VIII—Identity as Children of God

IX—Assignment

X—When God Assigns

XI—Compliance

XII—Will I Be Able?

XIII—War

—Underestimation

—My Personal Wishes

XIV—The Sheep

XV—Persistence

XVI—The Main Job of the Chosen

XVII—The Family and the Ministry

XVIII—Marriage

XIX—The Winner

XX—What We Think, What We Believe, and What We Speak

XXI—Silence

Glossary

I

Repentance

At the beginning of the year 1997, I heard about the name of Jesus, every Sunday I attended church with my mom and my sister, but surely, I loved more going to eat ice cream after Mass, than being in it.

I was never interested in having a relationship with God or with his son and the Holy Spirit. I lacked good sense; at that age, I thought I was very intelligent and enlightened. I believed that the most important thing was to be in my parents’ good graces and be nice to my social group composed of classmates and neighbors. I knew fear of monsters, darkness and the unknown, but did not know the fear of God and much less that practicing it would give me wisdom. I was an ordinary young woman, I loved volleyball and to stand out in my activities. I always craved being recognized and to give a good example with my behavior, along with being admired by my parents and my social circle.

When my mother accepted Christ into her heart as her only savior and began attending a Christian church of my town, things changed a lot in our lives. I particularly loved going to that place, loved to sing, cry out without explanation when they worshiped the Lord, embrace my brothers and sisters after each service, call them brethren, hear people speak in tongues, and watch as they danced in the Holy Spirit. I loved hearing that fresh word from the mouth of the pastor, a man to whom I was close, hearing him speak prophesy, pray for healing and seeing miracles. I loved going more than once a week, always finding happiness and our joy would increase as we gathered. I loved these meetings, helping our neighbors, learning the needs of our community and go to pray over them. For me, it was amazing and I came to believe that it was only necessary to believe and worship so that power would manifest in all the journeys I still had remaining in life.

It was extremely unbelievable to believe that when I said, IN THE NAME OF JESUS, things could happen. Discovering that God sent his only son to die for me, that He came to earth made man born of a woman and died without sin, only for love of me, those things roused joy in me, curiosity and commitment. It was something that made me want that church to be open every day so that I could go and once again feel chills, those longed for heartbeats, inexplicable joy and expectation. I wanted to know what that God that speaks declared, what was going to happen today, how was it that the Holy Spirit was within me, how not to be almost crazy when I learned that what a prophet said, happened…it was like a spiritual action movie, something that enamored and motivated me. One day I asked that God, who sent to the Holy Spirit to dwell in me, to make me feel it more and more. I wanted to use my mouth, my feet, my hands; I wanted to be an instrument such as I had heard we were for Him. I remember that time of repentance with such joy and enthusiasm, that time was unique, God was listening to my words and I feared to do what He did not like. It was an exciting relationship between a great King and the humble young woman aspiring to become his servant.

When I joined my normal life, at school with my friends, I remember that I knew they would not believe me, but I started to say: God is real, I know a God of power, he has an ally and his name is Holy Spirit and that in turn he speaks, moves, and performs miracles. I was telling them that God has a son named Jesus. When I did misbehave, he appealed for me before God, which is why he is called the Intercessor, and that Jesus had come to earth and I had known him. I said that I was not like before, when I only heard of Him but did not know of his prowess, he was not plaster, or any metal, that he was real, was alive and fighting for my defense before God there in heaven. That was overwhelming for me and for anyone who would hear me. I was trying to explain to my friends, something that I did not even understand, but that I had decided to believe.

When I entered the subject of REPENTANCE, there my understanding failed. In my opinion, I was fine, I did not do things that I considered bad, I was an athlete, a good student, young, and for the icing on the cake, I went to church three times a week. I believed that I was fine; I had nothing to repent for in that way that I heard preaching and calling to repentance, because I had not done anything wrong.

I was one of those Christians always accompanied by the Bible, which, from the first day, loved the Lord, feared him and longed for an encounter with him. Nevertheless, I reveled in worldly pleasures, I loved fashion, dreamt of having money, marrying someone rich and good-looking, I wanted children, to leave my town and be known for my merits, human values and the exploits I hoped to achieve as an outstanding woman. Sometimes, like many of us, it was even difficult for me to say that I was a Christian; I had one face in church and another in the street. My repentance was not genuine; I loved the miracle of an opportunity in life more than the God who could make it possible.

I grew up, and with me many of my dreams matured without becoming reality, but I continued being grateful for the life that the Lord allowed me to live. I survived difficulties, many of the casualties because of my actions. I got over lies and deceptions, it is inevitable that in life, you experience disappointment or you disappoint someone…but God was always on my mind, in my heart and in my spirit. It was as when you know that someone goes with you, comes and goes at your side and you never again feel alone ever.

Then, for work reasons, I went to live alone in a big city in my country. I remember how difficult it was to start, how heavy it was to take responsibility for my own, I missed my parents as if something rooted deep within me had been detached from my heart. I did not know how much I loved my parents until I left their house, my childhood home.

Real and genuine repentance for me was a great duty, because I knew God and was exposing myself to the freedom of doing whatever I wanted; therefore, I did not assume a real commitment to the Lord. I remember clearly, it was in those years of solitude in which I learned to fear the Lord. I knew that He was looking at me and listening to the words I spoke, not knowing how. I just knew that there was someone who could see me, hear me and at some point, would have to settle accounts with me for having known God, and for having given up after I told Him to write my name in the book of life while shamelessly doing what I liked.

Yes, I regretted chapters in my life. Yes, I was very sorry for not obeying what the word said regarding certain things I did my way. At any rate, I accept that it cost me a lot to understand that it really was not just being passionate about the manifestations of deliverance, healing, and prayer I saw in my church. I understood that I should feel and live them, that it was not enough to get excited when I saw all this, or cry, or even be anxious waiting for the next day of service. It was something more, it was to commit to repentance, abandoning a comfortable life of indulging my wishes and start doing what was just. It was time to be pleasing to that God that does exist; he is alive and certainly sent to his son Jesus Crist, as true and alive as the Holy Spirit. I had to accept that it was He who caused people to feel the current of energy that transformed our lives, restored hope and value by imbuing us with that higher power, inexplicable, extraordinary and supernatural.

When I was 21, I repented from the life I was living; I asked the Lord forgiveness for those years that knowing him, I put him aside, making choices at my own convenience. I asked the Eternal to erase my sins and give me another chance. I begged Him to please, write my name in the book of life once more and not let my disobedience cause it to be erased. That day I remember deciding to believe my God, leaving behind my personal concepts and my desire to excel with my own strength. My transition from girl to woman was not easy. I exchanged a conservative household of stable and respectable women for living alone and facing many responsibilities that in turn tied me to commitments for which I was not prepared. I lived through many years of disobedience, knowing that I knew the Author of the truth, but had not honored His book.

I only know that when I accepted Christ into my heart and made him King of my life and governor of my existence from then on, everything changed. I no longer was dependent on the opinion of people. I knew that