The Journey of Grace: My Life Journey-'The Journey of Grace'

My Life Journey- 'The Journey of Grace'

Thank-you and welcome to my new blog with the title 'My Life Journey-The Journey of Grace'. I believe that it is not an incident that you have encountered and take interest in my blog. Through this blog, I hope that all of you will gain inspirations and lessons that may enhance your life.

I was born on 9th of August 1994 to a Chinese-Protestant Charismatic family. My parents gave me the name Fernando Savero. Fernando itself means ‘the one who travel’ while Savero means ‘being in the light’. My parents believed that name signify something in that person’s life.

When I was born, I was diagnosed with a sickness known as ‘hyperbilirubin’, a sickness which provoked my skin to become yellow. Not only that, doctors also stated that I might grow with lack of motoric skills, mute, and deaf. In addition to that, my mother recalled that one week after two weeks, I would get cough since my lung was very weak. During that period, they were shocked and puzzled. Their firstborn son, who they had hope will one day continue their heritage, was born inadequate. As my mother was brought up to never give up and always strive for the best, she looked for every alternatives she could possibly find. She believed that through her effort, I would be cured. My parents brought me to different doctors both in Indonesia and overseas. Moreover, they also brought me to therapy. I still remember there was a Dutch lady named Florentine who taught me how to speak. I was also trained at home to walk utilising a wooden walking board. Nonetheless, their effort brought no avail. I was still uncured. It is at their moment of distress that they decided to seek God and His power to heal me. God revealed Himself and His work in such a miraculous way. One day, when my mother was having conversation with a guest at our house, I interrupted and started to speak. My mother who at that point did not really believe in miracle was stunned that her son commenced to speak. In opposite with what doctors diagnosed, commencing that moment, I can

In kindergarten, my parents enrolled me to a Christian school called Bina Bakti. My parents told teacher/-s on my life’s matter. One day, as was recalled, one of the teachers had a conclusion that my drawing was not good compared to other student/-s in the class. My parents could not accept what was said. Anyhow, my parents especially my mother decided to move me when I was in elementary to one of the prestigious schools in Bandung which was a Catholic school called St. Aloysius. Later, she explained to me the reason she moved me is because the teacher underestimated me when my mother told her about the journey of my life. As a young boy, I was already critical and curious towards things and aspects. I was also diligent and responsible with assignment/-s, examination/-s, and my study as a whole. My mother reminisced that without being asked, I would finished whatever work were left whether it was finishing off my assignment/-s, studying for upcoming test/-s and quiz/-zes, etc. I still retained that I was on the top ten in my class. Despite that, during my time in the Catholic school, I would often questioned my mom why I was taught to pray St. Mary, who although is the mother of Jesus but is still a person with flaws, and not to Jesus [Christ] as God Himself. My mother who heard this was befuddled of how to explain to a young child the reason. Since then, I was moved to an international school, Bandung Alliance International School. The school was actually established as an institution to assist missionary/-ies to educate and teach their children. That is why missionary/-ies kids got subsidized. Christian’s principles and teachings were incorporated to both its teaching and community life. The teachers as well as students came from different countries including but not limited to United States of America, United Kingdom, Finland, India, Korea (South Korea), and many more.

One of subjects taught at class was Bible education. I still reminisced the moment I was in 3rd grade when I was taught the song ‘Make Me a Servant’, a song composed by the Maranatha! Singers, by my homeroom teacher, miss Comer. She taught us calmly and gently lyric by lyric. She conveyed kindness through her action.

Stay tune for further fascinating and miraculous stories!