I read that passage a few days ago. Then today, I had a glimpse of the preciousness of mercies long asked for. I mentioned last week how Ian did really well in the standing machine at therapy. He stood again today, and on the third round, he really acted like he wanted to start walking. So Tom, his therapist, said that we had to let him go. And, in a sense, Ian started walking. He was lifting both of his legs and moving them forward. He was still supported by the lift, but he was initiating all of the movements in his legs. He was able to walk halfway across the room.
It was an incredible moment and was one of the biggest "steps" that I've ever seen in him. What an emotional experience! I can't really even describe again what I was thinking while it was happening. It gave me a glimpse, for a moment, that maybe one day this will end and we will have him back. It was amazing to see him working so hard, and being so determined to walk. To think that he hadn't moved his legs to walk in a year and a half. That must've felt so good for him!
I was in awe of how God is still answering our pleadings. We have been asking for more progress, more healing, more strength for Ian. God is giving him that.
It was a shocking reminder that Ian is still here. He must remember what it is like to walk and wants to do it again. We don't deserve to have Ian still with us. We don't deserve progress.
Thank you, each of you, who have been praying. Today we were able to witness the preciousness of prayers answered when we seek them earnestly.