For a month we've gone through the highs and lows
of having a comatose loved one.
Just small signs every now and then
to let us know
that he was still there:
briefly opening his eyes,
or a squeeze of his hand.
And that was enough.
That was enough to give us hope and
to keep us hanging on...for a while
But after a month goes by,
you start to wonder.
You start to doubt.
You start to fear that maybe the doctors are right.
Maybe your loved one will never
come back to you.
Maybe your children will have to grow
up learning about their grandparent
And then something happens.
Something wonderful and unexpected.
Something that sends a message
loud and clear:
I'M STILL HERE!
Don't Give Up On ME!
Dad pulled out his feeding tube this weekend.
He also has begun to shake his
head "yes" or "no".
He tried to mouth something,
but my mom couldn't understand him.
All of this happened
within a 24 hour period!
He's screaming as loud as he can
He's declaring His Independence
and we're listening!
It's almost too wonderful to believe!
...but isn't this what we've been praying for?
Isn't this what we were
believing would happen?
Then why are we so surprised?
It's funny how faith works.
You can have it, and still
not understand it.
You can have it and even still
And God can still work in spite
of our doubts.
So thankful for the most
wonderful gift this
4th of July!
Hope you had a beautiful