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I thought she was dead.
The masked gunman had her pushed up against the wall, with the gun aimed at her head.The gun went off and she dropped to the ground.

While sitting in the back of our car, Duncan described an attack by two masked men on him and his travel companions the last day of their five week backpacking trip.

College kids adventuring in Peru.
One was my kid.
My kid was still in Peru.

My kid was the one on the ground.

One young man and three girls had two hours left before leaving this beautiful country decorated with lush jungles, deserts, glaciers, and beaches. A mixture of everything.

They had just gone to the grocery store with their Peruvian friend, Diego, so they could whip up a final meal together.

Getting out of the car, arms filled with groceries and last minute souvenirs two men charged them. The men’s hands holding guns. Guns cocked and ready to fire.

Confusion filled the moment.

Was this a prank?

No, no, no! Diego knew it wasn’t. He took off running. Understanding his car was the prize.

Not understanding, Kendra and Danae, ran after them.

The confusion was no more when they saw the men, the beating, the pistol whipping, and the guns.

Hey! Stop it! Leave him alone.

Now they were the next target.

Car keys in one hand and a gun in the other the men went for their next victims. Confiscating wallets, iPhones, credit cards. Whatever could be quickly snatched.

Time was the enemy’s enemy.

Anyone slowing them down was an obstacle that must be dealt with.
My daughter, frozen with fear, was too slow for them. Pushing, grabbing and shaking.
The cord attached to her bag was strong. The masked man stronger.
Adrenaline filled he pulled the cord, tossing her to the ground while shooting his gun.
She dropped.
Head ringing, pounding. Sound silenced.

I’m shot…
Did he shoot off my ear?

Danae, standing near the attacker, Ken, Get up. Get up. Hurry.

Kendra looked up and saw the gun pointed at her, his angry eyes glaring through the slits in the mask.
Please…no…
Kendra had fallen near the object of the attack. The car.
The gunmen couldn’t get in. Couldn’t escape.

Kendra dazed, Will he shoot me again?

A familiar voice broke through. Get up!

Danae knelt down and pulled her arm.
They ran-off into the safety of a Peruvian home. The other two, Duncan and Rain, did the same.

The community, now fully aware an attack in their hood was taking place, stepped in to help.
One young man flung piece of metal at the car windshield. Unable to see, the robbers crashed the car, got out, shot again, and ran.

And God was there.

God protected the 5 young people from serious injury.
Miracle of miracles Kendra was not shot.
God provided people to help; people to provide safety, compassion, funds.
Kendra’s passport was among her stolen items.

No passport, no money, no leaving Peru.

A man in-line behind her at the US embassy gave her $140.00 U.S. dollars.
What’s your name?
Israel……..

The man’s name let Kendra know God was with her.

My family and friends prayed for God’s protection, provision, and for people to step up and help.
Diego, stitched up, stepped in to navigate the Peruvian bureaucracy.
Kendra’s two girlfriends stayed behind, missing their flight, so she wouldn’t be alone.
It only took one day to accomplish what should have taken at least two. God speed.

Kendra’s home.

Praise you, Lord.
She’s reliving the wonderful moments of her trip.
Beautiful country. Beautiful people.
And a big and beautiful God.

Thank you, Jesus.

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed,
for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Isaiah 41:10

This blog post is dedicated to Kendra, Danae, Rain, Diego (and family), Duncan, and the Peruvian community. Thank you for the courage you showed and for loving each other so much you were able to push past fear and do the best and right things at the right moment. Your acts of unselfishness were bold and beautiful. Many thanks to Delta airlines for making a difficult and stress-filled situation easier. Your swift cooperation, compassion, and hassle-free and cost-free ticket adjustments were so appreciated. To Matt at the US Embassy, thank-you for your kindness to Kendra and for your patience when speaking with two highly concerned parents. And to Israel, the retired GI, we are grateful for your generosity. May the Lord bless each of you.

 

Be strong and courageous.
Do not be afraid or terrified because of them,
for the Lord your God goes with you;
he will never leave you nor forsake you.
Deuteronomy 31:6

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Lori Wildenberg

Lori  Wildenberg, is passionate about helping families build connections that last a lifetime. She meets parents where they are with her warmth, transparency, humor, and straight-forward, faith-filled approach. Lori is an author, licensed parent-family educator, co-founder of 1 Corinthians 13 Parenting ministry, lead mentor mom with the Moms Together Facebook Community, national speaker, and parent coach. Her 5th parenting book Messy Parenting: Powerful and Practical Ways to Strengthen Family Connections (New Hope Publishers) will be released in August 2018 and is available for preorder over at Amazon. The Wildenberg home is nestled in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. A perfect day in Lori’s world is a hike with her Tom (her hubby), five kids (four plus a daughter-in-love), and Murphy– the family labradoodle! For more information or to connect with Lori go to www.loriwildenberg.com 

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