Wednesday, January 8, 2014

At the end of a gun

He held his fingers like a gun to his own chest as he told me was shot at point blank range in the chest.  The "mugger" didn't wait for him to hand over his money, he seemed more interested in beating and shooting him.  The surgeon who put him back together said he should not have lived long enough to get to the OR.  But God decided he was going to live.

There is so much more to his story.  I met M and his wife at my best friend's house before her wedding last week.  We all stayed up late talking about our experiences at the end of a gun.  Dispute his experience being extremely more devastating than my own, it was amazing the shared experiences and feelings we have had.  Seeing "our guy" everywhere, taking to insurance or people wanting a bill paid and how painful that experience can be, panic attacks when you don't feel sacred, and so much more crap.

I feel like God ordained that conversation.  It was so healing to talk for hours with someone with a similar experience.  It was similar to the expat connection, but stronger.  I will be praying for M and his family for the rest of my life.  I hope I get to see them again, but it was a huge gift from God to be able to have that conversation.  It took away some of the pain.  I also feel enabled to share my story now.  I have in the past, but now I feel like God can use my story.  It's not just something I need to get over, get past, but something that makes me who I am and who I am for God.  I have been through a terrible experience and God can use it in more than my life, but others lives.

God make me a servant, faithful and true

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