Part 2: This is my favorite story! Bryan giving away his Bible.

9/28/2014

MORE OF BRYAN'S STORY... It is more painful to write than I realized it was going to be. But I am going to write it and be honest and real...deep breath...you'll know what I mean in a minute...This is OUR BELOVED BRYAN. Tears...miss him so. This was right before his accident. He was at Toronto Airport Christian Fellowship...think that was the name. There was a young man that wanted to go up for salvation. Bryan was ministering to him and the young man said look at me, I can't go up, no one wants me. My Son, Mohawk and all (tucked under in photo), said look at me! He told him God loved him and did not care what he looked like and led him to The Lord. He told him to read his bible everyday and he would get to know God. The boy said, I don't have a Bible. And Bryan said, "here, take mine." So you know, Bryan had little money...(I'm crying now)...and he was proud of the Bible he just bought, it took all his money. He got it to go on his mission trip to Honduras....oh dear Lord....more tears....where he was going right before his accident. He gave it away, to a stranger, because he loved. Oh Dear LORD , that was his message on his heart so strong....that we love.

God is not looking at what we look like, He is looking at the need in our heart, and His compassion compels us to love others, in profound ways and acts of kindness, like giving your Bible away that you just got and were so happy about. I miss my Bryan...he is here, I take care of him at home and am honored to do so....but I so miss his laughter and his hugs and his kind spirit. I do have to tell you though, his kind spirit touches my heart everyday! Now that I'm all in tears....I think I'll go and let God love on me a little bit. God bless you all. Thanks for being here with us. I guess I will write little bits and pieces of our story here instead of waiting to get larger portions of my book together...writing this little bit, really dug up tears I did not know were there...healing is a process, I'm healing as I am sharing his story. ...deep breath....means I need HIS PEACE IN MY HEART AND I'M GOING TO BREATH DEEPLY WHILE HIS PEACE COMES, HE IS THE COMFORTER. I'll write more later, this was hard.