The Brothers

The Brothers (#s 1,2 and 4) have been affected by #3’s accident as much as I have. Now, they’ve all 3 had work and such, so haven’t been able to be with him as much as they’d said they wanted to, and it has been upsetting and discombobulating to have their hyperactive and bossy brother in such a state. Since they each live in a different town from each other and from me, they also haven’t had the constant emotional support that is kind of necessary in this sort of situation…except they sort of have. Thanks to modern electronics and the internet, they can communicate back and forth. Thanks for modern transportation, they can get together regularly (when work schedules allow). It is heartwarming to now that they are looking out for each other. I have kind of stepped back, trying to keep from being Mommy, but also calling and texting regularly (refer to the “live in different towns”) to see how they’re doing. They seem to be ok…though life can be difficult when you’re still working out the details of it.

I have always marveled at how different they are from each other. Personality, likes and dislikes, how they handle things…all 4 of them do things differently from each other, and yet, (especially now that they’re grown men) they care for and about each other in that way every parent hopes to see with their children.  There were times when they were growing up that they didn’t get along, all those personality differences…but now, even with that, they obviously care deeply for each other, and seek to help each other in the ways their particular personalities allow.

Knowing that we raised these young men who love each other, are compassionate toward others, generous in their own particular ways, talented, all those good things, makes me proud to be their Mom. I know I’m not perfect, there’s things I wish I’d done differently when they were younger (what parent doesn’t have regrets?). When I see them looking out for each other, helping each other with whatever it is they need, that makes me smile. I struggle sometimes (ok…more than that…) with wanting to swoop in and fix whatever they’re dealing with. When I know one of them is dealing with something difficult, wanting to fix it is the first impulse. However, fixing everything so their life is easy also denies them the opportunity for growing, for figuring out how to solve the problem on their own, and that doesn’t actually help them. Sure is hard, sometimes, though. However, seeing the personal sense of accomplishment, and the pride they have when they solve the problem on their own, is worth it.

I’ve written almost exclusively about #3 in the past month. He’s been the biggest source of drama. But #1, 2, and 4 are still here, still doing their lives, and just as affected as I have been. They worry as much as I do, but still have to work, study, pay bills, and all that. I have thought about each of them while this has gone on, and fretted about something as dramatic happening to one of them. Could I handle it? (probably….though it wouldn’t be pretty). I pray for God’s protection over each one of them every day.

I am very proud of each of them. Not because of anything I did, but because of how they are now. How they handle a crisis, how they look after each other, how they manage to figure out what is best for themselves. They’re grown men now and their lives are their own. My job raising them is done (has been for a long time). Being able to see them as compassionate men who care for the well-being of others, that means the world to me.

 

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Miracle Man

It would be really easy to say something like “he probably wasn’t hurt all that bad” and “You’re such a drama queen” when looking from the outside in, on this whole #3 drama, because his recovery has been so fast. But when a neurologist says things like “likely won’t wake up” and “if he wakes up he’ll probably be minimally functional” and the orthopedic surgeons and facial surgeon have this sort of “well, we did the best we could, thanks for letting us practice on him” demeanor, and internet research (it was brief and panic inducing) said 90% of people like him never wake up…one can’t help but see what has happened as miraculous.

Jesus replied, “What is impossible with man is possible with God.” Luke 18:27

The Fine Wife and #3 came home Thursday. I’d see him the previous Saturday, and he was having trouble balancing when sitting up, was frustrated and angry and seemed like he was near his breaking point. I saw him this Saturday, one week later, and he was chilled out in his recliner, box of Cheezits and bottle of Muscle Milk (strawberry flavored, his favorite) on the table. He looked at me and said “Hi Mom”, looked at The Fella and stuck his hand out for a handshake. He speech was soft and quiet, as his tracheostomy hasn’t quite closed up, and occasionally garbled because he’s still having to find his words. However, he had purpose in his gaze and was very intentional with his movements. He was able to tell The Fine Wife when he needed help with something. He played with The Grandpunkin. He copied my hand squeezes when I counted them out and asked him to….patiently with a “Yes, Mom, I know you need the encouragement but really. I’m fine.” attitude.

One of his friends showed up, and he and The Fella picked #3 up and put him in his wheelchair. He wheeled himself around the house, only needing a little help getting it over the threshold to the front porch. Sitting on the porch, watching the traffic go by, he said “I really love this.” The Fella said “I thought you didn’t like living on this road” and he answered “No, this is great. I love this.”

He kept trying to give the 6 goats in the backyard to The Fella. “These are all yours. All of them.” he said. He tried to give a bunch of parts he’d ordered before the accident to his friend. The friend said he’d take them, but just to get them out of the way for a while, then he’d give them back later.

He’s also decided he liked Petey, the little chihuahua he once despised with an all-consuming hatred.  He had talked about how much he wanted to commit assorted acts of violence against Petey (but never did), and I’d seen how Petey would squint at #3 whenever he came in the room. This time? Petey was all up in his lap, loving on him, and he was petting him, talking about what a good dog he was, and how much he loved him. I asked him about the change of mind, and he said “He’s a good dog. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He is the one you praise; he is your God, who performed for you those great and awesome wonders you saw with your own eyes. Deuteronomy 10:21

He’s still confused about some things. He told me he was 17 or 18 years old. I said “No, you’re 26 and that’s your wife and child.” He was kind of astonished by that.  The Fine Wife said he had to hear something several times to retain it, but he was retaining stuff now.  He said a few things that were just garbled consonents and vowels…not really words, but he also said enough words that were completely appropriate, I think his brain is still getting unscrambled from getting his bell rung so hard. (So hard, in fact, the doctors didn’t think he’d recover. Remember that? I’ll never forget it.) Considering what happened…I am still completely astonished, yet at the same time, not at all…because God’s so much more powerful and capable than any neurologist.

“But if I were you, I would appeal to God; I would lay my cause before him.  He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted. Job 5:8-9

His left hand…2 weeks ago was completely nonfunctional. A week ago he was able to hold things in it, but that was it.  Saturday, he was able to grip my hand with it only a little less than with the right hand. He still has a bit less control over it than with his right hand, but he’s getting there. He can wheel himself in a wheelchair. He can move both legs (but not put any weight on them yet). Drink from a glass, feed himself, play with his child, read (yes…he can read. He knows words well, just has trouble saying them), do math…The Fine Wife says having him do math actually calms him down when he starts getting fractious. I want to get him some brain teaser type books to help work his mind. He uses his whiteboard a lot, when his words just aren’t working right, because writing works when speaking doesn’t.

“I am the LORD, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me?  Jeremiah 32:27

His will to heal and relearn and simply not give up…is inspiring. He knows where it all comes from. Right now he doesn’t talk about God, that I am aware of, and he can’t go to church yet. I know pretty soon he will be able to. I also know The Fine Wife, his in-laws, grandparents, The Fella and I will make sure he understands what sort of miracle he really is.

 By faith in the name of Jesus, this man whom you see and know was made strong. It is Jesus’ name and the faith that comes through him that has completely healed him, as you can all see. Acts 3:16

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Patience….

I am not a patient person.. Never have been. Maybe one day I will be. I said earlier that I thought perhaps one thing to come out of #3’s accident would be learning patience. Well, I wish God would hurry up with that, because so far, patience comes in little blips with a lot of “FIX THIS NOW” in between them.

#3’s recovery will be spells of improvement with plateaus in between. He has so much to do, and so far to go, and how far he’s come really is miraculous, but…I want him to be ALL BETTER NOW. Thing is, his brain was pretty banged up. And the brain…controls everything. It takes a while for it to recover from things. It has only been one month (as of yesterday) since his accident. You hear about people being in accidents and remaining comatose for months before waking up. He was out for a week, then started coming to. Now he’s awake like a normal person (with naps…so like a normal tiny human person), and his behavior is that of a very young person. Like…kind of like a toddler, with Skills. His recovery mentally is following the progress of a baby, only much faster. I think I’ve said that before.

He got to come home yesterday. Hopefully being home will help him feel better mentally and emotionally. His moods have been very volatile (normal for brain injured people) and that’s been rough on The Fine Wife and everyone else. But then, if you think of a toddler, and The Terrible Twos….they’re called that because kids that age are so tempermental. That doesn’t make it easier, especially when he’s got the 26 year old man in there as well. It gets complicated.

But patience…that’s what’s needed more than anything. And it’s something I don’t have much of so when I see him looking a little bit vacant, or get a report that he’s trying to get out of bed (body isn’t healed enough to hold him yet), I panic. And yet, it’s only been a month. And other people with similar injuries take MONTHS to wake up, let alone be able to put their own shirts on and get a fork of food to their mouths….and here he is, doing these things and I can see those are miracles…but still I am scared. God tells us to trust His timing.

But do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. 2 Peter 3:8

For there is a time and a way for everything, although man’s trouble lies heavy on him. Ecclesiastes 8:6

God has answered so many prayers for #3. I have such joy in that. Seeing His handiwork in the lives of #3 and his family is amazing. Part of me says “Whaaaat?!” and the other part says “Of course He did. He’s God and can do anything.” But there’s also a part that fears and worries and is so pitifully human and frustrating. There’s all these “what if’s”. What if his brain doesn’t recover. What if his leg doesn’t heal properly and he can’t walk. I’m not so worried about all that as I am about his brain. There’s plenty of things that can help a person get around, and plenty of stuff, productive stuff, he can do if his body isn’t quite back to it’s old self. But his brain…what about that?

STOP WORRYING…says The Fella. STOP WORRYING says God, and Jesus, and Paul in the Bible.

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Phillipians 4:6-7

But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.  Matthew 6:33-34

Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs him down, but a good word makes him glad. Proverbs 12:25

There’s a whole ton of stuff about worry and anxiety in God’s Word. It all leads to one point: STOP WORRYING. GOD’S GOT THIS.  So once I remind myself of all this stuff God has said about it, I can kind of relax…a little bit. God’s got this. #3 is in the palm of His hand, working through the plan God has for him, God’s taking this awful circumstance and weaving it somehow into His plan for #3 and all the people around him. Just because I don’t know how He’s doing it doesn’t mean it isn’t happening. I know what *I* want to happen- that #3 will be whole and fully functional, and SOON. I also know that God doesn’t need my input on this. He will listen to my prayers and all the prayers from all over for #3, and if those prayers are asked according to His will, they will be answered.

And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us. And if we know that he hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of him. 1 John 5:14-15

And call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you shall glorify me. Psalm 50:15

Just like the Good book says about worrying (STOP IT), it also says a lot about God hearing what we ask for, and answering those prayers, as long as they fit with His will for our lives. (DO IT). God has done amazing things in #3’s life. He has taken circumstances and molded #3 into a man who loves Him, and loves his family, and works hard to provide and be the effective head of the household. Now he’s teaching #3 something new. I’m not sure what…maybe patience, maybe how to trust other people and rely on them when he needs to…I don’t know. But there’s something in there for #3 as well as for everyone else, even me.

I just wish I knew exactly what it was so I could prepare for it!

 

 

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Motivation and drive

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, Hebrews 1:12

I held on tight to this verse after Himself died. I imagined him as being in that cloud, as I maneuvered through a new and uncertain path.  Now #3 is on a new and unfamiliar path. There’s a cloud of witnesses cheering him on as well. Himself, his great-grandmother, many others. He has a large cheering section here on Earth as well. People all over the world are checking on him almost every day. They’re praying for him, asking how they can help once he gets home, generally wanting so badly to ease the difficulties sure to come in the future.

He’s getting better…and not slowly either, even though he thinks it’s taking WAY too long. He’s never been one to want to sit around and wait. The Fine Wife got him a white board and some markers, and he promptly started writing on it. He can easily answer yes/no questions, sign his name (his handwriting looks just the same: terrible), and fill in an assortment of mental tasks. I wrote numbers 1-5 and he continued the counting…so nothing wrong there.

I am the LORD, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me? Jeremiah 32:27

Physically he’s improving as well. Getting his balance back and such. His hand-eye coordination is exceptional. It always has been, and it’s nice to see that hasn’t changed. He does get a bit disgusted at the simplicity of the tasks they’re putting him through- little kids puzzles and such.  The Fella spoke to him about that. He MUST do them, otherwise they won’t know what he’s capable of. #3 and I, then he and The Fine Wife, played catch for a little while. He has no problem with that. His left hand is very weak and he has trouble using it, but it’s getting better as well. It will be a long time before he can stand up, probably late August before they even try, due to how much his legs were damaged and the extent of the surgery. He’s determined enough that I have no doubt he’ll be able to by mid-Fall.

 Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.  Ephesians 3:20-21

They’re going to let him go home in a week or two, to finish healing up before he starts the really intense therapies. That’s going to be where the real work happens and I hope he’s able to see the importance of it.

I’m very proud of him, and how well he’s doing. He’s showing a real drive to get out of there and back to living life the way he thinks it should be lived. He’s a testament to the power of prayer, and a genuine miracle.He wasn’t supposed to wake up, now he’s writing his name and answering questions. If he woke up, he was supposed to be minimally functional. Now he’s in physical therapy, wowing the people with the rapidity of his improvements. In just 2 days he went from being unable to hold himself up, to sitting up without help. He keeps trying to stand and we have to keep reminding him he isn’t ready. Mentally, sure he is, but those legs have to heal and they can’t hold him yet.

I won’t say his mental self is back to 100%, but every day he’s a bit closer to his old abilities. He is, without a doubt, himself. Right down to the looks of digust at the speech therapist baby-talking to him and the flipping a bird at someone behind him when he was giving me a hug. I am so much more at ease about him now. What a roller-coaster ride this has been. But what an amazing thing God has done for all of us, laughing at my doubt, saying “Hey y’all, watch this!”

 He is the one you praise; he is your God, who performed for you those great and awesome wonders you saw with your own eyes.  Deuteronomy 10:21

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Lazarus

He is your praise. He is your God, who has done for you these great and terrifying things that your eyes have seen  Deuteronomy 10:21

Lazarus is what The Fella is calling him. 3 weeks ago yesterday, we were informed by a neurologist that his injuries included extensive brain trauma, and in the unlikely event that he’d wake up, he would be significantly brain damaged and wouldn’t ever be able to function. 3 weeks ago. I had to wrap my mind around the concept of my vigorous, hyperactive, overachieving son being a…well…the one thing he would hate more than anything in this world.  After a week he was moved out of the Neuro ICU because “we’ve done all we can for him and he’s physically stable.” and “We need the bed”. He’d opened his eyes but wasn’t tracking, wasn’t seeming to respond.

And… 3 days later he was tracking movement, looking at his Fine Wife. Then one morning he started making sounds, very soft, possibly even just breathing. By that afternoon he was looking at me and trying to form words. 2 days later he was attempting to sit up, lifting his head, looking pissed off when he couldn’t say what he was thinking. Every day after that, more improvement, the occasional word, more purpose to his movements,

Now, 3 weeks later, this young man who wasn’t supposed to wake up, who we’d been told was going to be ‘minimally functional, at best”…he’s sitting up. He’s speaking some, cusses like a sailor when something hurts. His tracheotomy is gone and he’s swallowing water. He can use hand signals to respond to questions. His responses are appropriate. They’re moving him into a rehabilitation center in a couple of days. He’ll get to go home after a week or two, until his broken legs and arm heal enough to bear weight, then he’ll go back to rehab for a while.

Jesus looked at them and said, “With man it is impossible, but not with God. For all things are possible with God.”  Mark 10:27

You know, neurologists know a lot. They’ve been to a whole lot of school and based on the evidence they had, and the experience of past brain injuries, had no reason to believe anything other than what they told us. But you know what else? God is bigger than all that. You can’t tell Him anything. If Someone can breathe the universe into existence, raise a man who’d been dead for 4 days, grow a baby inside a woman, and make an octopus, then He can certainly take a broken body and brain and make it whole again.

Jesus said to her, “Did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?” Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead man was lying. And Jesus lifted up His eyes and said, “Father, I thank You that You have heard Me. And I know that You always hear Me, but because of the people who are standing by I said this, that they may believe that You sent Me.”  Now when He had said these things, He cried with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come forth!” And he who had died came out bound hand and foot with graveclothes, and his face was wrapped with a cloth. Jesus said to them, “Loose him, and let him go.”  John 11:40-44

I am going to admit I had doubt. I knew God COULD heal #3, if He wanted to. I was just…worried that He didn’t want to. I was scared for the future of #3 and his family. The Fella asked me why do I ask God for something specific then worry He won’t give it? Why am I surprised when God answers a prayer so gloriously? Because I’m human and sometimes God says no. I didn’t want Him to say no but I was scared He was going to. He didn’t this time. He said YES so resoundingly my ears are ringing.

Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.  Mark 11:24

And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us. And if we know that he hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of him. 1 John 5: 14-15

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Because God said so.

“Why do you doubt?”  Because none of this is making sense.  Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. Proverbs 3:5

“Why does it have to make sense?” Because I like a world that is sensible and orderly and predictable.  Thus says the LORD, Who gives the sun for light by day And the fixed order of the moon and the stars for light by night, Who stirs up the sea so that its waves roar; The LORD of hosts is His name:  Jeremiah 31:35

“By who’s standards?” Um…Mine?

It’s like this. #3’s recovery is going so fast I just can’t wrap my mind around it. I know that God’s timing isn’t the same as our timing.  But do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. 2 Peter 3:8

i don’t think it’s so much as doubt as it is confusion and amazement. It’s just .not….NORMAL. but then God specializes in not-normal. He delights in surprising us. Then the Lord said to Samuel, “Behold, I am about to do a thing in Israel at which the two ears of everyone who hears it will tingle  1 Samuel 3:11

So there it is.  no one has ever accuse my life of being normal. I am thankful and grateful that God is in this and I have to continue to trust he knows what he’s doing.

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One day at a time

That phrase, the title up there, has taken on deeper meaning to me. I really DO have to take it one day at a time, celebrate the victories as they happen, and simply let tomorrow sit in the future, rather than making assumptions about it. Losing Himself 3-1/2 years ago taught me to not take tomorrow for granted, and #3’s accident, and the severity of his injuries, are making me realize how important it is to celebrate today, each small improvement, one day at a time.

This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24

One of the things I thought early on, when he first opened his eyes, was how his behaviors and movements were like those of a newborn baby. He could look at you very briefly then his gaze would slide away. His movement lacked purpose. he just…moved. We celebrated that. We didn’t know if he could see or hear, or if his limbs worked. Then he looked at us. First at his Fine Wife…really looked at her. She was the first person whom his gaze stuck to. His eyes followed her around the room. We celebrated that! Who ever thought having a grown man’s eyes follow you around the room would be something as exciting as that?

Then he would grab your hand if you put it in his. Remember the first time your child grabbed your hand and everyone commented on how strong his grip was? It wasn’t a purposeful grab, just a reflexive response to having something put in his hand. but it is there. His grip is stronger on the left side than the right. But then his brain was really banged around in that thick skull of his, so that isn’t surprising. He can move his right leg a little (it’s in a massive boot right now), so we know the right side works. Another reason to celebrate!

I was with him last week. When I first got there, he was starting to make little grunting noises…very small and soft. I wasn’t even sure they weren’t anything more than the way air was going through his throat. He had a tracheotomy so sounds weren’t easy. By the end of the day, they were louder and more deliberate. The next day he was looking directly at me and moving his lips, trying to form words. He would look at me directly when I said his name, and soon was able to look at other things and people if I pointed to them. His gaze had lost it’s random sliding around, and he was watching TV, people, and looking at pictures of his wife and child. When I played music for him, he would close his eyes and relax. Depending on the music, of course. Some of it he’d make a face and turn away.

But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.” The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him. Lamentations 3:21-25

At point, 2 weeks after his accident and still in ICU, he was watching Vanessa, the nursing assistant who was caring for him. He watched her through the door at the nurse’s station. I told her this and she came in, talking to him. Then she said “#3, you need some coffee.” and came back with a cup of black (I’d told her that was how he drank it) and a small sponge on a stick. She gave him a taste of coffee (his first taste of anything since the accident) and he closed his eyes and sighed, and bit down on the sponge. I told him if he’d let go of it, I would give him a little more, and he opened his mouth. Who would ever think a drop of coffee on a sponge would be a cause for celebration? That he understood what I said, and followed the logic of the request, was huge.

He was being cared for by one of the nurses one morning. They all talk to him constantly when working with him. She asked “Are you feeling ok this morning” (of course, not expecting an answer. ) and he said very clearly, “NO”. Startled, she asked him again and again he answered “NO”.  That was all he had to say that day. A couple of days later, I was repositioning him in the bed, and he looked at me, then looked away, and said “Dammit”. I stopped what I was doing, and asked him “Do you want to go home?” and he said “Yeah.” I celebrated. Who’d ever thought I’d celebrate my kid cussing at me, but right now if he let loose like a drunk longshoreman I’d probably shout and do cartwheels down the hallway.  He’s not talking regularly. No sentences are forming, but my boy’s in there, and he’s just having trouble making the brain and body talk to each other.

The Fine Wife has been with him throughout, and seen the small improvements. She had to return home for 4 days and I stayed with him. Now she is with him, and able to see a bit more. He is now holding the sponge-on-a-stick and bringing it to his mouth. He tries so hard to grab the stick and take it out of his mouth now. He’s trying even harder to say words, and she’s going to see about finding a speech therapist.

I talked with a friend who’s a developmental psychologist about his progress, and she said his progress follows the development of an infant’s abilities…only much faster. I’d said he was like a newborn baby when he first woke up. I can see what she means. He’s gone from a newborn 10 days ago, to about a 3 month old, only there’s the 26 year old mind still in there. He knows he’s got to work at this, but it’s a LOT of work and the frustration on his face at times is pretty intense.  “Oh that’s just reflexive facial expressions” Oh no it’s not. I’m his Mom. I’ve seen that look. That’s when he gets bullheaded and says “You can’t tell me I can’t do that. I’ll prove you wrong just to prove you wrong.” This pigheadedness of his will be what sees him through. It is why he is so good at the things he does…he just doesn’t give up until he’s perfected it.

We were told as soon as he could squeeze the doctor or therapist’s hand on command, twice in a row so they would know it wasn’t random, he would get into physical therapy.  The Fine Wife knows how to handle him. She has trained animals most of her life and knows the ways to gently guide them to do what they need to do. I know she will be what #3 needs to get ready for the next step, and get into rehabilitation.

I also know there will be plateaus in his recovery. I know it may even stop at a particular point and go no further. But I also know that today, he is alive, he knows us, and regardless his condition, has something to offer to us and to the world. I am choosing to celebrate that. This young man, the one the doctors said would probably never wake up and “most likely would never regain any function if he did” is a pigheaded, stubborn, “you can’t tell me nothin” miracle.  He has regained a level of function that has astonished the people who have been caring for him.

Early on, I asked God what He was teaching me through this. Each one of us in this with him is going to learn something that we need. I need patience, and to quit constantly planning planning planning. I spend so much time looking ahead that I forget to look around at the here and now. I forget to enjoy the momentary blessing that surround us all, because I’m so busy looking at the map. I miss the trees because I’m looking at the forest. So far, God has taught me that no, people do not wake up from head injuries as if nothing had happen. The TV shows lie about that. He has also taught me that it’s important to celebrate the small things that happen today. Look at today’s blessings and be grateful for them.  Obviously, there’s nothing wrong with planning for the future…but don’t spend so much time doing it that you forget to see what’s here today.

Go hug your kids. Tell your spouse you love him/her. Smell a flower and marvel at it. Instead of getting annoyed at the mess in the floor, rejoice that whoever made it is capable of doing it. We simply don’t know what the future holds for us, and it can change in a split second.

Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. James 1:2-4

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