Two Miracles

-Written by Anna-

Our days can tend to blur together. The dailiness of stroke recovery can at times cause us to forget to STOP and REMEMBER what the Lord has done! And although we have seen the Lord work for us in so many ways this past year, today we want to intentionally stop and thank the Lord for two specific miracles. It was one year ago today that my Dad drove himself to the hospital with chest pain and while there suffered a heart attack. The doctors let us know how blessed we were for how that day unfolded and how easily we could have had a much different outcome. So today we want to stop and thank Jesus for His mercy in sparing my Dad’s life one year ago!

Our second miracle of the day is that while we have seen some reflexes and felt some of Mom’s muscles trying to respond we have seen little to no significant response in her left arm (Wilson). Today after the therapist had used the E-stim (electrical stimulation) machine on her left arm we saw movement for the first time! It has been five months since we have seen any real response in her arm so we are celebrating this victory.

I don’t have any answers as to why the Lord has been so good to us in sparing both my Mom and Dad’s life in the last year. All I know to do is to say thank you! So today we praise the Lord for His mercies which are new every morning. We praise Him for His faithfulness through a very difficult year. We praise Him for the opportunity to share with others about His goodness even in the midst of suffering.

For all of you who have prayed faithfully for Wilson here is a short video from this morning. Thank you for your prayers! Please don’t stop!




Happy Mother’s Day

It’s Mothers Day! Yet I feel more like the child than the mother. As my oldest daughter showered me this morning, I thought how roles have reversed as all three of my girls have cared for me on this journey. I have had the thought more than once that not only are the roles reversed at certain stages, but I have lived (thanks be to God) to see the day when not only have my girls risen up to call me blessed (Proverbs 31:28) but I have lived to call them blessed, as no mother could be more proud of her offspring than I am.

I remember when they were young and I thought only of the sacrifice and cost of motherhood: the sleepless nights, the endless hours before dad came home, the never ending diapers and runny noses, the crooked pigtails, the piles of laundry, the toys to pick up, the nighttime rituals, the tears in the bath, the homework, reports to be written, science projects, parent/teacher conferences, reading the same book over n over. Now as Anna tucks me in bed after administering my meds, reading to me and praying with me, I thank God that He gave me the power to persevere through those early days of life for three girls. Anna was born in Chicago after 50 plus hours of labor, while battling preeclampsia. Paul says, “death is at work in us but life is at work in you;” (2 Cor 4:12) Was she worth it? Oh my…she was worth every drop of blood, sweat and tears, as were Sarah and Elisabeth, and not just because they take care of me today, but because of who they are, now laying down their lives that others might live, and the beat goes on, and gives praise to the Author of Life and the One who died that we might live. Thank you, Jesus, for laying down your life for me that I might live eternally. Thank you, my girls, for choosing to lay yours down for Him, for me, for my grandchildren, who will rise up and call you blessed! Thank you!

I would like to pay tribute to all those today whose hearts yearn for children not yet born or adopted or whose children have not risen up to call them blessed, because of choices they have made. Never stop believing your Heavenly Father sees and knows the cry of your heart. And to all those children who never had a chance to grow up to bless their mamas or those who are missing their mothers this Mother’s Day. Know that mamas in Heaven can be blessed too and proud to be called your mom, just as you bring great joy to your Heavenly Father.

Happy Mother’s Day!



Take another step

-Written by Katy (and edited by Anna)-

We do a lot of counting around our house these days. We count while doing our exercises, (sometimes in different languages to keep it interesting), we count during therapy, we count every time I stand (1-2-3-stand!), etc. While I am now able to stand with less help and can take some steps with help, counting still helps me break down what can feel impossible into something realizable.

During my recovery many of the things asked of me have felt like climbing Mt. Everest. But my therapists don’t back down easily, so they break down the mountains into more manageable goals, giving me steps. So if I ever conquer the mountain of walking on my own again or typing with both hands, it will be by incremental steps of faith!

Thank you to so many of you who have prayed specifically for my left arm (Wilson) and leg. Jesus is answering one step at a time. My part is to ‘trust God and take another step.’ You will now understand why this has become our theme song (link below) of sorts for these days.

Take another step by Steven Curtis Chapman

“We walk by faith and not by sight we know it’s true
We say it and sing it and love the way it sounds
But none of us can even begin to truly understand
What it really means ‘til all the lights go out
And there we are nothing to hold on to
But the promises God’s made to me and you

Take another step, take another step
When the road ahead is dark
And you don’t know where to go
Take another step, take another step
Trust God and take another step

If there’s an ocean in front of you
You know what you’ve gotta do
Take another step and another step
Maybe He’ll turn the water into land
And maybe He’ll take your hand and say
Let’s take a walk on the waves
Will you trust Me either way
And take another step”

Take Another Step

Story behind the song