Last evening, during the second quarter of the Super Bowl game, I reached over and took hold of Katy’s paralyzed left hand, also known as Wilson. I suppose it’s a male thing, but watching Peyton Manning play football just puts a guy in a romantic mood. Anyway, when I gently squeezed Katy’s hand, I felt Wilson gently squeeze back.
Stop the game!!!
Suddenly oblivious to what was happening on the 37-yard line, I turned toward Katy and looked in her eyes. She was staring back at me with the same look of incomprehension. “Did Wilson move?” I asked. “Maybe,” Katy whispered. “Can you do it again?” I could tell that Katy was now concentrating hard, focused on her left hand. Once again I distinctly felt her fingers move. It had been almost eight weeks since I had felt any movement in that limp, lifeless hand. This was momentous!
I immediately texted our three girls and two sons-in-law with the news. Everyone agreed that Peyton didn’t hold a candle to Wilson. The truly newsworthy event in our nation was taking place in Room 313, Brookdale Rehab Facility in Lexington, Kentucky not Levi’s Stadium in Santa Clara, California.
Driving alone the 20 miles home to Wilmore late last night, I second-guessed myself and wondered if I had imagined it. “Maybe It was just a dream,” I said. “I won’t tell anyone else until I verify this tomorrow.”
Today, Wilson moved again! The nurse saw it too.
Though I don’t want to exaggerate or be overly dramatic about the importance of tiny twitches, I don’t want to underestimate their importance either! So, ladies and gentlemen, forgetting for the moment Peyton’s stellar performance, I’d like to ask you to shout out an ovation of praise to Wilson! And of course, be sure to praise the One who sponsored the event and made it all possible.
“For who dares make light of small beginnings?” (Zechariah 4:10. NET).