Hannah loves to sing. Last week we were waiting in the car to pick up the boys from school with our Aunt Cindi (who was visiting) and she offered up her version of "joy of the lord"...enjoy.
Hannah loves to sing. Last week we were waiting in the car to pick up the boys from school with our Aunt Cindi (who was visiting) and she offered up her version of "joy of the lord"...enjoy.
It looks like into my throat. Yesterday, I went into the hospital for another procedure. I’ve been having real difficulty breathing and speaking for at least two weeks. It has been getting progressively worse, and on Monday the doctors here found a clue to why. Twice a week since I was released from the hospital I’ve been going to the ear/nose/throat doctor for checkups. They are a lot of fun….each time he puts a 12” metal rod down my throat that has a camera and a light on it to examine my trachea. The first week the vocal chords were not moving at all. Last week they were moving a little, but a small object seemed to appear right below my vocal chords, in my trachea. They couldn’t make out what it was.
On Monday, they saw it very clearly. It seemed to be a piece of glass lodged in the inside of my trachea. So yesterday, I underwent a light operation where they performed a scope and extraction. No glass, but a piece of my shirt. When the bullet ripped through my collar it took a piece of my shirt with it. It was about ½ the size of my small pinky fingernail. It’s been moving through my neck for a few weeks, and my body has been working to get rid of it. For the last week it has really inhibited my ability to breath.
I spent last night in the hospital (Tues) and came home this morning. Thankfully I feel a little better. My breathing is improving, but my voice still has a long way to go. There is good chance that there is still some paralysis in my vocal chords caused by the impact of the bullet. I start voice therapy tomorrow, and we are hopeful that in time the vocal chords will improve to full strength.
I’m on pretty strict orders to not do much talking. This is probably the hardest part of the recovery, because I’m pretty limited in what I can do until I get my voice back. God is teaching me patience through it all. I have felt some pretty strong emotions of frustration, anger, and depression over the last week. Yet, I’m watching the Lord walk me through each moment. Whenever I start feeling overwhelmed, He encourages me either through his Word, through an email, or a phone call. It is so amazing to me to watch God speak in such creative and beautiful ways into my heart. He is our great comforter and friend.
Thank you for all the prayers that went out yesterday. God responded with great faithfulness. I feel good about the procedure and hopeful that I’m on the right path to recovery. Please continue to pray for my voice. If it doesn’t return, I will have to truly pray through some life choices in the coming months. But, I feel confident that God wants to restore my voice. I’m willing to accept either direction. But I’d really prefer the ability to gab again. Take care and be encouraged. God is on the throne!!
Lori Macklin, a past missionary with ENLACE, was visiting El Salvador the week we went up to Abelines. She was riding in the car behind us when she drove upon the seen of us on the side of the road after I was shot. Lori walked through the whole experience and has written an incredible account of all that happened that day. Although, I am currently writing up my own version, I have to share this one because of its quality and incredible accuracy. If you want the real story with great detail here it is....
Last night my Dad overheard Isaac lean over on the couch and say to PJ, “Hey, PJ…Do you see Dad, how he is smiling so much?” PJ answered, “Of course he is smiling, he’s happy to be home.”
I am home (the picture to the left is from today). I can’t explain to you all how wonderful it felt yesterday to leave the hospital with Dara and my dad, knowing that I was returning to my home. I haven’t stopped hugging Dara for the last 48 hours. I haven’t smiled more with my kids. Food has never tasted so good. I haven’t ever been so thankful for the parents that God blessed me with. Sleeping in my own bed, I felt like I was floating on clouds last night.
It still is so much to take in. Just two weeks ago, I came as close as one can to leaving this world (see x-ray pic below of bullet in my neck). Over the last two weeks, I have watched God bring thousands of people together in prayer. I have seen him unify a community here in El Salvador to provide unbelievable support to our family. I have watched God use three doctors and a host of nurses to care me through recovery. I have seen God slow a bullet, and safely land it in the only place in my neck that would not kill me. I have heard about a church in Abelines that has even more resolve to serve its neighbors, now praying through ways to make the community safer. Simply put, I have seen God actively engaged in my life and in the lives of others.
I don’t understand all that God is doing through this incident. I still struggle with understanding why God protected me, while there are other wonderful Christians whose lives have been cut short. Yet, it has been so evident to me that God is One who is engaged in our lives, not just a passive by-standard. Often, I think it easy to believe in our heads that God is active, but just go about our days living as though He is on a coffee break, or maybe tending the garden around the pearly gates. These last two weeks have only demonstrated to me the radical involvement God has in our lives.
Life is so precious. It is so precious because, God gifts it to us. In His mercy, God has let me have more life to live. Yet, I realize that my days are numbered. I didn’t die two weeks ago, but I will one day. So, I pray that I can continue to live a life worthy of our Lord. I pray that every day of my life will bring God glory, and will be spent serving others. I’m a walking example that none of us can protect our own lives, or the lives of those we love. I can only walk in a profound trust that God is in control, and that the safest place to be is completely in His will. The worst, no the best, thing that can happen is that I go on to be with Jesus.
Again, I want to thank all of you for your amazing prayers, emails, calls, and visits. Our family has been sustained through them all. In many ways, I thank God for allowing this to happen, just to see the amazing body of Christ at work. Dara and I are going to be taking the coming days and weeks to get our lives back in order. We are looking forward to talking to you, and responding to emails. I have about three weeks of check ups and recovery. My voice is still very weak, and I struggle a bit on the phone. But, we are so encouraged with where my health is, and the doctors expect me to recover fully.
Many of you have asked how you can continue to pray for us. Here are some thoughts:
In the coming weeks and months, I hope to write more about what God has done through the shooting, and more importantly what He continues to do daily in all of our lives. Check back to our website for more updates, www.runningonwater.com. I pray that you are as encouraged as we are by the wonder and grace of our Lord.
Take care,
Pete