This was written by my father-in-law (I say Father-in-LOVE) who is the pastor of a large church in Montgomery, Al. for the newsletter to the congregation. The guy he calls Jason, I call Jay. He says Jason which literally means Jay’s Son. (He is also Jay).
I think the most special part of celebrating the 4th this year was recognizing where I have come from. As the Wolfs reminded me, it was only the 4th last year when I was in REALLY bad shape. I am thankful to see all the progress I am making. Pastor Jay always calls me the SLOW-MOTION MIRACLE. I really am.
Last week, Mary Ruth, Alex and I went to see the California Wolf Gang and lend a helping hand. Our precious daughter-in-law, Katherine, has now traveled over 14 months from the day she brushed death after a massive brain stem stroke. The comparison of Katherine’s current progress to her status last July makes us glorify God! After 11 months of not eating, God restored her swallowing; and while it is not at full strength, she has gained 26 delicious pounds!
I went with Katherine to 15 therapy sessions while Jason diligently prepared for the California Bar at the end of July. I marveled as Katherine walked on a treadmill for 8 minutes with the assistance of a watchful therapist. She did water therapy along with a wide-array of exercises and did battle with her deficits. Katherine’s stroke and ensuing surgery resulted in a small portion of her brain being removed. Consequently, she has lost balance and coordination on her right side so she is working hard to transfer those vital neuro functions to her left cerebellum and it is slowly happening. God is creating a slow-motion miracle and I watched its progress with extreme joy.
The highlight of our visit came as I observed Jason and Katherine and their 20 month old son enter a swimming pool to continue her therapy. I sat in the cool California breeze, in the golden glow of dusk and watched them carefully descend into the water. Alex held baby James and Jason guided his slow-moving but strengthening wife into the sparkling water. I placed the bitter backdrop of July 2008 behind this sweet scene. One year ago, Katherine could barely speak. She had little control over her neck. She could not sit up. She was moved in a special elongated wheelchair. Her shoulder, tailbone, blood pressure and respiratory system were awry. She had received nothing by mouth in 3 months. Her tracheotomy was a mess. Against the dark colors of a year ago, I watched Jason move out to the deepening water, tenderly sweeping Katherine up in his arms. Alex placed their baby on Katherine’s lap and Jason began to twirl his family around in circles and they joyously laughed through the watery dance. As Jason swirled his treasures, my eyes filled with tears of gratitude for the miracle God has been performing and the privilege of participating by faithfully praying Katherine up the mountain of restoration.