Mike and I have spent hours talking since his ride to the hospital. It is always just amazing how ALIVE he is. He's scared but cautiously hopeful as he continues to baffle doctors by still being coherent and not running a fever, in fact, all of his vitals are amazingly normal. Even doctors say that either Mike is healing himself some how or God is. Of course both are true but Mike balks a little at God saving him because he doesn't want to seem to claim that he is Special. I told him that if he is Special it is because of the God in him, that it is not praising him but praising God.
Last night during our wandering conversation he told me a story about finding out we have an unnamed ancestor buried in an unmarked grave who was a serial killer. We were kind of going through our family tree looking at the truly crazy people on Dad's side when he told me the story.
He also talked about our childhood, something we seldom have done. I started that one. Mike said something about Pride being a fault he has battled and still battles. I said that I have the same battle but that I understand where our prideful stance comes from, that because of the degrading and abusive way we were raised that we both amplified Self Pride to survive it. He immediately saw what I meant and agreed.
It is just unbelievable the grounds we have covered in these talks and how much of it is healing for both of us. ❤❤❤❤❤❤
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