The Davis Family
We’ve been silent. We haven’t really been present online. We didn’t share our latest story, not because we are ashamed in any way at all, but because we have had a pretty insane year, as you all know it. We want to write positive stories and talk about how great it is here, but it just hasn’t been this year, and that kind of life isn’t reality anyway. We get it. We get the process. We know God has us here and our resolve has not been shaken in any way. We see the challenges and trials as Satan attempts to keep us out of the village, and force us to pack our bags and leave. We celebrate that! We hear, so often, from the best of hearts and well-meaning folks that we should think about doing that very thing, and come home…but see, this is our home. Sharing this story will bring those emails rolling in, but God should be glorified. I know without a doubt that tonight He woke me up in the middle of the night, to remind me that we haven’t shared what He did here recently. We haven’t talked about our miracle. We haven’t glorified Him with all of you, for what He did, and we never want that to happen.
September 1, 2016 was a day our family will never forget. It is like June 21, 2013…the day God did a miracle and saved Paul’s life. (You can read about that here if you don’t know that story.) We were out in the village, and as accidents usually go, we were doing what we always do, nothing different. One minute we are all bopping around, laughing, excited about the house progress and moving out to Travesia, and the next minute Shae is screaming in pain.
If you are a parent, you know what a pain cry is and what a normal cry is. You also know what a “oh no, something is really wrong, this is an emergency, run now” cry is…those are the cries you don’t like to hear. It is one that doesn’t leave your mind easily. We all heard it and looked, and knew Shae was really hurt.
She was opening a 500 lb. gate out in the village, that we drive through all the time, and it fell off the tracks onto her. Any more details will only take away from my reason for writing, but after getting it off of her, getting her up, somewhat conscious, and into the car to get to the emergency room at the local hospital, we knew it was bad. She couldn’t feel her legs, couldn’t move one hand, was in and out of consciousness, and every bump or change of speed in the car caused excruciating pain.
We got to the hospital, got her onto a gurney and into the emergency room. Before we did a single thing, they had her back in x-ray. The biggest concern…she has broken her neck or her back. The next was internal bleeding. People from the village had come to the hospital and were standing outside waiting to hear the news. The great thing about this little private hospital in Honduras, our answer came back almost immediately. She had a broken nose, sprained ankle, her pelvis was broken in three places twisting her spine into an awkward position, and she had some contusions and significant bruising. She was in surgery within a couple hours of the accident.
When 9/11 happen, I remember reading an article about where God was during the horrible attack on our country. The author proceeded to talk about planes that should have been full of people, but weren’t. Meetings that were cancelled that morning, where more people would have been in locations that were destroyed. They spoke about the number of casualties that should have been, but the number was much lower. In the horrible tragedy, this writer saw God’s hand in so many ways. The Apostle Paul speaks in his letters about all that he has suffered through. The man had an insane life. He was shipwrecked on multiple occasions, beaten, falsely accused, spit on, jailed, homeless, stoned and left for dead, just to name a few. It was Him who said to find joy in our trials. We are doing just that with this accident.
Normally Lulu opens the gate. It is no big deal, she likes to do it and show us how strong she is, and she always salutes us as we drive through. Shae hopped out of the truck that day, and so it was her instead. If Lulu had been in Shae’s spot, we would be writing an entirely different blog. Her tiny little 50 pound body would not have survived that, and our family would have forever been changed. Instead, it was Shae, and she is alive. It makes no sense at all that her neck was not broken, except by the hand of God. At 8 weeks out, she can walk again, right now with a funny little step, but it is coming along and anyone other than us looking for it probably wouldn’t notice a thing. Her spine has fully recovered, only by the hand of God. The surgeon, who only comes into our town one afternoon each week for a few hours, is the best at what he does in this part of the country according to everyone we spoke with, and he was there at Shae’s side in an hour, only by the hand of God. He was able to do a much easier procedure, as far as recovery, because Shae has “just the right body type and the breaks were at just the right spot”, only by the grace of God. He had pure titanium parts on hand in this tiny third world hospital instead of the standard metal ones they use, to prevent an allergic reaction with Shae’s nickel allergy, only by the hand of God. In repairing her pelvis, he was able to do it in such a way that protects her ability to have babies in the future, only by the hand of God.
We could “pout and grab our toys and go home”, as Paul always says. Instead, we stay and are continuously reminded how extravagantly God loves our family. The Creator of the Universe has us in His mighty hand. He shows us over and over and over how much He loves us and cares for us. We are so unworthy of this love, but He graciously pours it upon us. We see it. Our children see it. The people of the village see it. The guys riding by on their bikes that helped us saw it. The people in the hospital saw it. Our culture overuses the word awesome, but that is awesome!
What an honor to be found worthy to be here, and experience all of this for Christ. God is going to do what He is going to do in this village and doesn’t need us, but He is using us. What an incredible gift this year has been to our children as they’ve seen God in such a personal and incredible way! What 8, 10, 14, and 17 year-old kids can say how they have seen God perform amazing miracles right in front of them? What a faith they will have, not based on what they think they should believe, or what we have told them, but on what they have seen with their own eyes. Praise God for that! What an incredible foundation God is laying for us in the village with the people here. They know without a doubt that the crazy gringos that are moving into town believe in a powerful God, and it has opened doors to talk very boldly about Him.
Please join us in praising God for our miracle, and for the doors He is opening here because of it. Please join us in prayer, that folks here with see it, and hear about Him, and have soft hearts toward the gospel. The BVSA Travesia story is just beginning, but it is shaping up to be a good one!