I stood (Okay Sat) in front of the youth at the church I attended today and shared my story, I am new to the church so not many their new the details of my story, but my Mom and Dad were there to help me to give me the support I need, I know they are more than grateful to see that I am once again living for the Lord, I was raised in the Church, my parents are both born again believers, and I know now how much grief I caused them when I was walking down the path of destruction.
I know now my parents love me and I cherish their care, their are days when they litteraly hold me, to let me know that I am loved, they spend alot of time in prayer for me.
My life was changed exactly four months ago today, I've been home for just a couple of weeks, and I am learning to live my life to the fullest, this injury is so new, I suffer from Phanthom pains still, and the emotional pain is there, I find myself wake up remembering what happened, and crying tears, but tears are not a bad thing, they are a catalyst to healing I believe, and I have the love of my parents, and more importantly the love of the Lord to get me through this, I know I am going to make it.
Sharing my story, crying the tears of loss and remorse in front of a church room full of youth I don't really know was not an easy experience, but it was something I felt necessary, if my testimony can reach to others, if it can help others turn to the Lord, and then this was worth it, I will be given new legs in Heaven anyway, but now is the only chance I have to reach souls for Christ.
To Be Continued...