Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Davey Blackburn to speak at young girls retreat featuring session on guns

You can't make this up.





























Excerpt:
When we arrived at the Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis (after turning an 8-hour drive into a 7-hour one), we took the elevator up to the Neurocritical Care unit. My dad was the first person I saw when I stepped out of the elevator into the lobby. I caught his eyes as I began walking to him and we embraced, tears once again breaking the barrier of my eyelids and flowing freely down my face.

“Where’s Davey?” I asked my dad, after he and Tessa greeted each other with hugs.

“He’s around here somewhere. He needed some fresh air after being in the room by Amanda’s side all day. Oh, here he comes.”

I looked down the hallway and saw my big brother approaching, his eyes red and glassy, his hair disheveled. That was the longest hug we’d ever shared. A memory from over 7 years before came bursting to the surface of my consciousness of embracing my brother at his wedding, when he had pledged to love, honor and cherish Amanda Grace Byars until death do them part. More tears ran freely. I didn’t even know what to say as we stood in the lobby embracing. “I’m so sorry,” was all I could manage before uncontrolled sobbing threatened to arise from deep within my diaphragm.

We pulled away from each other and he and Tessa also shared a hug.

“Thank you both for coming,” he said to us wiping tears from his face and sniffling. “Do you want to come see her?”

“If we’re allowed, yes,” I replied, and Tessa voiced her agreement with a soft, “Yeah.”

“Yeah, you’re allowed. Um, just to give you an update,” he said as he, Tessa and I started walking down the corridor to the room,  “I don’t know how much you know already, but the prognosis is not good at all. Without God performing a miracle,” he seemed to ever so subtly swallowed a sob, “the doctors say she’s likely not going to make it.” Reality check; I was tempted to pinch myself. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare. “I know God is able, but at present the reality is grim.” He said this with such confidence and grief. His eyes were watering a little, but he was holding himself together remarkably well.

“Yeah, we’ve been getting updates from Mom all day,” I said. We passed through some double doors to enter the Neurocritical Care unit.

“Okay, that’s good,” he replied.

“How’s the baby?”

“The baby still has a heartbeat, incredibly. We don’t know if it’s a girl or boy yet. We were supposed to find out in about 3 weeks.” He slowed his pace a little. “Hey, look, just to give you a heads up, she took quite a beating. Don’t be startled when you see her.”

“A beating? She was beat up, too? How bad?” I asked, the horror of this event growing more and more evident as gaps in my understanding continued to be filled in.

“Bad,” came his simple reply as we approached her room. I could see her through the sliding glass doors, lying there on the hospital bed, intubated, face and neck swollen. I wouldn’t have known it was her had I not been led by my brother and seen my mom, my Aunt Diane, and Aunt Esther in the room with her.

As we entered the room, I got a better look at my usually warm, charming, jovial, sister-in-law who now lay unresponsive, all but lifeless, in that hospital bed. To my shame, and only for a brief moment, what I saw made my blood boil with rage. The top of Amanda’s head was completely wrapped in bandages, her face and neck were badly bruised and swollen, other scrapes and abrasions could be seen on her face neck and arms, one eyelid was bright purple, at least 3 or 4 top front teeth were missing, and her left arm was swollen and lacerated from near her elbow where the other bullet had entered to her shoulder where it was lodged. Who would do something like this? Especially to this sweet, kind, joyful blonde-haired 28-year-old girl who had been like a sister to me for the last 10 years?


11 comments:

Traci Mosby said...

Are we expected to believe the EMT's & the hospital were the only ones that knew she had been shot & beaten? Missing 4 teeth, bleeding profusely, & a swollen face & neck? Davey wants us to believe she got dizzy & fell?!? I want to hear the call between him & his father, & one with Davey on 911.

Anonymous said...

Hey Amy. Have u seen his new post calling Meg his punching bag.

Anonymous said...

Oh gosh! Another blog classic by Davey where he tells people not to send him sentimental crap. He says he just threw it away! He just wants money, gift cards and vacation homes. You can't make this stuff up! Have you seen it?

Anonymous said...

Have you seen the latest sermon at about the 40 minute mark? How demeaning to women can he possibly be? Basically calling them irrational and says he is so glad he has a boy and makes this awful, evil laugh. This guys is speaking at girl's retreats and women's groups??

https://resonateindy.com/sermons/better-together/the-cancer-of-community

40 minute mark

Anonymous said...

https://case-discussions.blogspot.com/2017/09/10815-worship-as-weapon.html?showComment=1505415957656#c1787763366526321951

Entire transcript of Crazy Davy sermon 2 days before his beautiful wife was riddled with bullets.

Anonymous said...

Amy, it appears that the family sat in court on Friday while Jalen told them exactly what happened to Amanda. You can see by her FB post. What do you think? I still don't get why they would drive 20 minutes away and target that cul de sac, torture and kill Amanda. I guess we will hear more eventually. Did he give any indication to why they targeted Amanda? That is the question.

https://www.facebook.com/amber.b.wilkinson

Anonymous said...

This lunatic just won't stop the exploiting. What up with the blah blah and yada yada?? $1600!!!!

http://daveyblackburn.com/the-nothing-is-wasted-retreat/

Here is some information about the Nothing is Wasted Retreat. This idea came from ... blah blah yada yada yada blah blah I just want to see what this will look like. Link to blog post.

The retreat will be 4 structured days of creating opportunities for you to breathe, heal, and find rest - in Indianapolis, IN. Included in the retreat is one one one time with trained counselors, opportunities for group discussion, physical activities, mental and creative activities, and fun group activities. As well as some group discussions with Davey where we'll tackle subjects like grief, trauma, and how to overcome them. There are only 16 spots available for the Retreat, so sign up soon!

Anonymous said...

The Amanda Blackburn case was featured on LA Talk Radio by a show called Dancing with Ghosts. There is a researcher and psychic investigator on this case. They have even visited the sites. You might want to watch the show. Available to watch on Rebecca Fearing FB Page or LA Talk Radio FB Page

Anonymous said...

Also, Davey is speaking at a pancake breakfast in Indy. Amy Bartner is the reporter teeeting about it right now. Great quote (NOT!) by Davey is “God doesn’t cause pain, but he uses it like a masterful jui jitsu artist.”

Anonymous said...

Oh and one more quote from a speaking engagement at a Reta for Life dinner. Davey said he had an internal conversation with God who told him “you don’t have to be a Mom. Moms are good at telling children about God, but what you have to be is a Dad because only a Dad can show a kid who God is.”

Any, I just knew you would love this one!!

Anonymous said...

Amy, you will love this! Davey is now trying to fake some guilty feelings for leaving the door unlocked AND not turning on his ACTIVE ALARM SYSTEM!! This is him speaking on his podcast yesterday.

41:09 Davey: Well, I think, Brittany, you know you talked, you alluded to the fact that you feel guilt, and, certainly I've had to wrestle with that as well, of just thinking about all kinds of things like man, what if I had locked the front door? or what if I had set the alarm when I left? or what if, you know, I had been there, could I have protected her or could I have defended her from this, and, um you know, um as you were talking Daniel, about your time with, with Lindsay in the hospital, I remember when I first was allowed to see Amanda back in the hospital room, that, that was, um, in that breaking down moment of seeing her like that, that I just, I just, I just kind of fell on top of her and I just sobbed and yelled I'm sorry, I'm sorry I wasn't there, I'm so sorry I wasn't there. And I'm not sure she heard me or not, I'm not sure if she was actually aware at all. you know, as she was unconscious there, there in the hospital bed, but I felt this overwhelming guilt, um, um, and I remember wrestling with that for a long time and trying to process through that, especially asking the Lord, Why? Why was I not there? I would have gladly given my life so that she and Weston could continue to live together, and our, and our, and she could have little Evie, and they could be a family. And I would gladly have laid down my life. Why could I not have been there? And I wrestled through that, and so much..