On January 6, 2012, Shon was shot in the head (and since then the event continues to be part of the most beautiful spiritual experience I’ve ever had). When Heavenly called, the first thing she said was “Shon is all right.” I didn’t think anything was strange about that. When I asked what happened she started telling me, but it was taking her too long to get to the point. I said her name in a very firm manner, “Heavenly -- what happened to Shon. She called me “Mom” (which she never does) and struggled to tell me what happened. I knew something was wrong, but “Shon being shot” certainly was the farthest thing from my mind. When she said he had been shot, my first response was a shrill "No" and I headed to the floor when I heard A. Wommack’s voice say "Get your emotions in check"! I stood straight up and asked to speak with him. What I heard was incoherent, yet later he said he was calling me saying Mom, but I didn’t hear him. Heavenly got back on the line as I searched for words to pray. My first words were, "Lord, I don't know how to pray for this." So I borrowed parts of a prayer from Andrew when his son was dead for 5 hours, but is alive to tell about it today. So I said to God, "I know you didn't do this because you don't do stuff like this." I asked him to give me a miracle and to suspend natural laws. In the midst of my prayer, Ms. Heavenly puts me on speaker phone and everyone surrounding Shon heard it. They said they were rejoicing and praising God. (Shon later told me that it changed the atmosphere in the Emergency Room. I had reservations about going to Grand Rapids because I had had chest pains on the right side and I couldn’t understand why I had started feeling sick that day starting at around 5:00 p.m. Then about 1:30 a.m., I couldn’t go to sleep and that’s when Heavenly called.) I think I lost all sensibility. I prayed, praised and packed, but I seemed to be walking around in a circle from the closet to the suitcase. Finally, I just put the suitcase away and went to bed.
On Saturday I went for a walk to talk with God some more. My son always talks about being in a bubble. I felt like I was sequestered from the world. I was walking by people and looking at them but either I wanted nothing to do with them or vice versa. God had been speaking Psa. 8:2 to me for months, and I didn't know what it meant until I rounded the chainlink fence at the end of K-Mart. Our of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise. Praise stills the enemy. I thanked God for preparing for a moment in time that changed my life forever.
On Sunday about 3:00 a.m. I woke up. I said to myself "Shon is shot." Shot and Shon in the same sentence was so incomprehensible. I said to myself, "Well you know that he's been shot because you are going to Grand Rapids to the hospital to see him." I got on my knees to pray but I heard the Lord say, "You can pray down the highway because you are going to do that anyway. At 5:00 a.m. my spiritual mentor called to see if I was about to leave. At. 6:00 a.m. God told me to get going. I looked out the window and it was that kind of darkness that is fresh, crisp, cool. I hesitated as if to say, "Lord you know I'm afraid to go out in the dark (because of the wooded area to the west and north of my house)." I did as I was instructed. When I got on the highway, I felt out of my element when I've driven to Grand Rapids thousands of times before. I wondered where is daylight. An hour later I was in Lansing. I looked back, and daylight was behind me. An hour later I was at the 18 mile mark from Grand Rapids. The instructions to the hospital were Greek. I went to a friend's house. I got to the hospital around 10:00 a.m. and Shon was sitting up grinning. My prayers had been answered.
On Saturday I went for a walk to talk with God some more. My son always talks about being in a bubble. I felt like I was sequestered from the world. I was walking by people and looking at them but either I wanted nothing to do with them or vice versa. God had been speaking Psa. 8:2 to me for months, and I didn't know what it meant until I rounded the chainlink fence at the end of K-Mart. Our of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise. Praise stills the enemy. I thanked God for preparing for a moment in time that changed my life forever.
On Sunday about 3:00 a.m. I woke up. I said to myself "Shon is shot." Shot and Shon in the same sentence was so incomprehensible. I said to myself, "Well you know that he's been shot because you are going to Grand Rapids to the hospital to see him." I got on my knees to pray but I heard the Lord say, "You can pray down the highway because you are going to do that anyway. At 5:00 a.m. my spiritual mentor called to see if I was about to leave. At. 6:00 a.m. God told me to get going. I looked out the window and it was that kind of darkness that is fresh, crisp, cool. I hesitated as if to say, "Lord you know I'm afraid to go out in the dark (because of the wooded area to the west and north of my house)." I did as I was instructed. When I got on the highway, I felt out of my element when I've driven to Grand Rapids thousands of times before. I wondered where is daylight. An hour later I was in Lansing. I looked back, and daylight was behind me. An hour later I was at the 18 mile mark from Grand Rapids. The instructions to the hospital were Greek. I went to a friend's house. I got to the hospital around 10:00 a.m. and Shon was sitting up grinning. My prayers had been answered.
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