It’s been awhile since I’ve shared with you all.
A long while.
My silence wasn’t planned, but sometimes God takes us down paths we never expected to be on.
Soon after my last post, our much loved son-in-law was shot while serving a warrant as a deputy sheriff. Thankfully, he is healing well, but the trauma and uncertainty of those months was intense.
It was so hard to watch them walk through the pain, but they did it by the grace of God and are stronger for it.
There is much about their journey that I could have shared, but it wasn’t my story to tell.
And, to be honest, it was something Jan and I needed to heal from as well. The shock and pain of that night and the days following were hard. Very hard. There are certain images that will be forever embedded in my mind. There was so much I couldn’t put into words.
And I respected their need for quiet as they processed their new reality.
A reality that meant lots of doctor’s appointments and physical therapy.
And early retirement from law enforcement and a new career. Something they never expected.
But God is good. He is faithful. He is kind. He is taking the bad and turning it into something new and beautiful.
Their next steps are still uncertain, but their faith is strong and their God is big.
And I finally found the words to share their story.
Part 2 gets harder.