Have you ever had a terrible dream? One that you just could not wait to wake up from so you could tell yourself that it was just a dream? I’ve been living that. On a loop. Every morning I wake up hoping I can roll over and tell my wife, “You would not believe the dream I had.” But the reality is this, I’m wide awake. This is real life. I’m not asleep. 27 days ago, my world stopped. 27 days ago, my wife left our house for a store meeting. 27 days ago, my wife was taken from a gas station. 27 days ago, my wife was shot in the head and left to die. 27 days ago, I was told that my wife might not make it through the night. At that point, we were 3 days passed 13 months of marriage. These are words I never thought I would ever hear.
Why Kelly? Why my loving, caring wife? You know, I think God is big enough for our questions. I think He is big enough for our anger. I think He is big enough for our fears. 27 days ago, I thought my life with Kelly was coming to an end. I was mad. I was hurt. I had questions that did not have answers. 27 days later, I’m still somewhat mad. I’m still hurt. I still have question that don’t have answers. But that is ok. I think God is big enough for our questions. I think He is big enough for our anger. I think He is big enough for our fears. I’ll never know why this happened. I’ll never know why out of the thousands of people in Winnsboro, that Kelly was the one that this man picked.
I have seen, first hand, how God can move in the middle of what seems like a hopeless situation. In the days following this horrific incident, doctors were asking why Kelly was alive. Now, they’re wondering why her progress is happening as fast as it is. One of our closest friends, Wes Pierce, posted a status on his Facebook 8 days after the incident. It was simple. It read, “My God is big and you can’t tell me other wise.” I think that sums up exactly what is going on in Kelly’s life. God ultimately has a plan for this situation. I don’t understand it right now and I’m not sure I ever will, but that’s ok. This is what I know. 27 days later, my wife is walking. 27 days later, my wife is moving the left side that the doctors said may never move again. 27 days later, her beautiful smile and contagious laugh are back. 27 days later, my wife is telling me she loves me. 27 days later, my wife is alive. Another close friend of ours, Karl Wiggers, came and visited about a week ago. He told us that his prayer on the way over from Baton Rouge was, “God, don’t let this be a slow recovery. Let this be fast.” As far as I can see, his prayer is being answered. We were told by a nurse practitioner that the staff at MRC sees miracles, but they don’t see them this quick. God ultimately has a plan for this situation. I don’t understand it right now and I’m not sure I ever will, but that’s ok. 27 days later, my wife is alive and on her way to a full recovery.