The Day He Declared His Independence

For a month we've gone through the highs and lows

of having a comatose loved one.

No communication.

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 

through pictures.

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

"I'm here!"

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

have doubts.

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

4th too.