So why did I end up staying there for 14 hours? Not to catch up on the usual but to be of comfort for Kenneth.
Lately, I had been asking God to daily affirm me in who I am. My last blog was about the blessed opportunity to be of comfort for my brothers and sisters.
“….allowing [them] to tangibly feel God’s comfort through me. It’s about giving hope to the hopeless. It’s about not knowing what to expect but having faith that God shows up.”
So less than 2 hours of posting the blog, on our way home, we saw a man lying in the middle of the street and immediately asked our tuk-tuk driver to stop. There were pieces of broken glass everywhere, a man bleeding on his head, arms and legs-writhing in pain, his motorcycle about 50 feet away and a truck leaking huge amounts of water.
We jumped out of the tuk-tuk and my immediate reaction was to hold this man’s hand and pray. He was in and out, moaning, eyes rolling back and not really coherent. I don’t even remember what my prayers were but I just remember holding his hand as tightly as I could and trying to pray life into him and trying to be of comfort every time we made eye contact.
“You don’t know this man. Why are you holding his hand? You will be frowned upon. Who are you to be holding his hand? All the other Thais are looking at you and don‘t know why you are doing this.”
I noticed the awful gash that was from under his knee to above his ankle and I could see a sliver of his bone. I started to freak out. I backed away and stopped holding his hand.
“God, I can’t do this. I don’t know this man. I think I see his bone. This is too much for me to handle.”
In my 2 second convo with God, this man grabbed my leg to see if I was still there and reached for my hand. He began yelling “Mia” which sounded like a desperate cry for help. My heart immediately broke again, I fell to my knees, held his hand and prayed truth over this man.
Ricki saw me freak out about this man’s bloody leg and it made her lightheaded so her and Erin sat on the side of the road to get air.
For a while it was just me and him and a French man who stopped by. I might have been a bit more dramatic than I should have been but every time his eyes closed I yelled, “Look at me! Look at me my brother and know that God loves you. Stay with me now. Do not close your eyes!”
I held his hand and what seemed like endless yelling until the ambulance came about 15 minutes later.
His cousin came and told me that she had seen his bike on the street and stopped to call his wife Mia.
She told me his name was Kenneth and thanked me for stopping.
I don’t know what hospital he went to. I don’t know how he is. I know that God has called me to be a comfort and called me to be of comfort to a man I will never see again or who may not remember what happened.
Later, Ricki and Erin both told me that God revealed to them that he will remember me- not as myself or my face but as an angel who appeared to him to give him comfort in his need.
I praise and thank God almighty that he affirms me daily and tells me who I am. I am not an angel but merely a woman chasing after God’s heart and in pursuit of what he desires for me.
