But the Lord stood at my side and gave me strength,

2 Timothy 4:17 “ But the Lord stood at my side and gave me strength,”

We are now happily settled in the step-down unit, which feels like a significant step forward in Ricky's recovery journey. In this new environment, he rests so much better and more comfortably, allowing his body to heal. He even gets to enjoy the warmth of the sunshine on his face in his new room, which brings a sense of peace and comfort. Physically, we are starting to see some promising improvements. His heart rate has remained stable and good, and his blood pressure is looking better and better each day, which fills us with hope that God is still working on more miraculous changes.

Yesterday, I made him mad, and he unexpectedly jerked his head away from me. I didn’t mention it to anyone, just in case I was imagining things . Today, while I was sitting in the room with him, the nurse came in to suction him. He wasn’t feeling it at all, so he instinctively jerked his head away again. Then, to my astonishment, he raised his right arm. You know those days when you really just need a good hug? My day started off feeling that way, heavy with emotion. But God gave me that much-needed hug the very second I witnessed him raise that arm and move his head in response to his nurse. I excused myself for a short period and, when I returned a little later, Ricky’s nurse excitedly said, “I can’t prove it, but I’m pretty sure he’s moving his head.” It’s clear to me that it’s not the hospital or the doctors who have done these miraculous things. It’s God and God alone, guiding us through each moment of this journey.

Since the very beginning of time, every time Ricky gets mad at me, I always notice that he makes this very particular face. He closes his eyes tightly, holds them shut for just a brief moment, and then his entire expression transforms into one of disgust. It’s fascinating how those little things from our interactions are starting to resurface in my mind and even more fascinating that we get to witness him having those same reactions.

We should transition to a nursing home setting, at least for the time being, until I can bring him home, which should be within the next few weeks. It feels absolutely amazing to know how much God has accomplished in our lives during this time. Jamaya is doing so incredibly well over at Children’s Hospital, and I truly can’t wait to witness the amazing things God has in store for her life as she continues to grow and heal. It’s truly remarkable to think about the journey she’s on and how it will shape her future.

Although we wouldn't change it for the world, we are exhausted, praying for miracles and praising God for each little thing we see and for allowing us to continue on this journey with Ricky.

Thank you for your prayers, keep them coming.