a night in my life…
In June of 2o09…
I walked away from the drug life
away from the people
The Culture
The chaos
The darkness
But darkness does not always let go easily
These were the people I once called friends
One of them was like a brother to me
Yet they secretly planned to take my life
They were tied to something dangerous — an organization that did not forgive
I knew too much
They tricked me into going on a road trip to another state
Their plan was to hand me over…
to people who were supposed to kill me
make me disappear forever…
As truth slowly began to reveal itself
fear poured through me…
I thought to myself
This is it…
it’s over…
I’m done…
I’m about to die…
So I began to pray silently…
Believing I was about to meet my maker…
Then something happened — something Holy
A presence stood beside me…
Fear lifted off me…
A deep peace fell over me…
I knew…
I wasn’t alone…
And the men with me felt it too — they knew something greater than them had stepped in…
What I did not know was that they had secretly drugged me
I began to feel sick
everything went black…
and the world faded away…
The next thing I remember — waking up in a hospital
I stayed there for two weeks
My body… recovering
My heart… waking up…
When I walked out
I was not the same…
Jesus met me — I’ve followed Him ever since…
I couldn’t go home
But that was ok…
I didn’t want to be there anyway…
Later.. I learned what really happened that night…
God spoke to the heart of one of the men…
The same man who helped plan my death… was the one who called for help…
He helped save my life…
He chose mercy… over murder…
I will never forget that moon…
Huge… low… heavy in the night…
close enough to touch…
Deep red and orange — like blood in the sky…
After that night…
God led me into discipleship and ministry…
He gave me a vision…
a heart for people…
a promise…
that my life…
would rest safely in His hands always…
what was supposed to be an ending…
turned into a beginning…
a chance to turn it all around…
Reach For The Sky… ‘Cause Tomorrow… May Never Come…
So I sit at the edge of my bed…
I strum my guitar… and I sing an outlaw love song…With a guitar in my hand… I stand a little taller…
Fragments of Loia 