by Wan, Mittaphab Methodist Church, Thailand.
Sawasdeeka. My name is Wan. I’m a single mother and I live with my son. I’m a hawker. Both of us came to know the Lord a long time ago, but we never really took our faith seriously. Today I want to share about the love of God and how that love was shown through the church members to me.
It all happened in the evening of 1 January 2024. My son asked for permission to go for a New Year’s celebration with his friends. I allowed him as he had been working hard. But I told him to call me if he needed help to come back home. I waited for him the whole night and tried calling him too, but to no avail. Around 5 am on 2 January, I tried calling my son again. A lady picked up the call and asked who I am. I replied that I am Tung’s mother. The lady then told me that she was a nurse at McCormick Hospital. My son had met with a motorcycle accident. His skull was broken and was in a critical condition in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU). He had a 50-50 chance of survival. I was shocked and rushed to the hospital immediately.
When I saw my son, I wept. The nurse informed me that it would cost us a huge sum to treat Tung in this private hospital. They tried to check against the national records but couldn’t find any government subsidy that Tung could tap on. I asked how much it would cost. ’A few hundred thousand Thai Baht,’ she replied. I didn’t have the money. But I told her no matter how much, please cure my son.
I called my pastor and told him what had happened to Tung. ‘Pastor, I need money to treat my son. Do you know of anyone who might be interested to buy my house?’ My pastor told me to calm down and advised me to transfer Tung to a government hospital as soon as his condition permitted him to do so. He was also against the idea of selling my house. ‘Where are you going to live?’ he asked. He encouraged me to trust in God and prayed with me. He also informed the Mettakij Church Association (MCA) and the church of our predicament, and asked them to find ways to help us.
The hospital informed me that Tung’s condition was not stable enough for him to be moved to another hospital. Furthermore, they had contacted the government hospital as well and there was no available bed for Tung in the ICU. I was so worried as the daily expenses in McCormick Hospital could be high. I could only pray to God. Pastors and friends also came to visit me and prayed with me. Everyone encouraged me to trust in God.
When my son was discharged from hospital, the total cost was only 1,000 Thai Baht (about S$40) for diapers. There were no other expenses I needed to pay. I was so happy and thanked God for His goodness. I had been a rebellious child but God has never forsaken me. He never forgets me but watches over my son and me all the time. Even though Tung is still bedridden, my church members didn’t forget us. They visited us often to pray and offered words of encouragement to us. My son still needs to go back to hospital for check-ups. Amazingly, each time, I didn’t have to pay for anything.
This reminded me of a verse from 1 Corinthian 2:9 – ‘What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love him.’
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Dear Wan, Thank you for sharing your very challenging journey as you placed your trust in Christ who provided you the help that your son needed as a result of the accident. Thank God for pastors and church that came alongside to pray as well as encouraged you in times of need. May our good Lord grant healing grace to your son, restore his health and strengthen to our faith. Let the Light shine through these situations that they world might know the Lord is real. Sawasdeeka. Shalom