To say he is amazing would be an understatement.
Confined to a wheelchair due to an industrial accident.
Hospitalized with pneumonia.
Fighting for a life that has taken a drastic turn in the span of just a couple of years.
He misses running alongside his kids...
He misses dancing with his wife...
He misses his independence...
You know what he doesn't miss?
The life he had a couple of years ago.
The life in which his legs still worked.
The life in which he didn't call Christ his Savior.
That relationship has changed everything for my friend.
I asked him if he would trade his faith for going back to the way things were.
"Not a chance."
I shared with him the story of Moses, Aaron, and Hur. How as long as Moses had his arms raised, the Israelites whupped up on the Amalekites. The moment the arms fell the tide of the battle turned. I told how Aaron and Hur would lift Moses arm when he was too tired to do it on his own.
I told my friend that we would be his Aaron and Hur.
That we would lift his arms.
Every Sunday (when he's able) Miguel sits on the fron row of the sanctuary.
He smiles like a person who knows that once he was lost, but now he's found.
Today he shared how he knows God is using all he is going through.
How sometimes he gets discouraged.
How tired he is.
How good his God is...
I went expecting to help Miguel "lift his arms."
I left realizing he was lifting mine.
Peace
