Monday Is Bright And Hopeful

Monday morning. January 29, 2018. Not a blink of gloom. A day in which we give thanks to God for goodness and value and healing. Not for ranking…well, that may not be true…because of how I list this!

Yesterday, Jason, on his own, lifted his left arm and rubbed his nose! WOW. What a moment. The nurses and doctors are pleased with his progress. Evidently the tracheotomy has brought him calm. He sleeps better. The signs are becoming positive: the heart rate, the blood measurement—oxygen in the blood, and maybe the pneumonia has fled. They’ll continue testing on that.

Of course. The rehab road isn’t short and we HOPE not a cul-de-sac. The game plan is to transfer him from ICU to Intermediate Care and then, when it is okay, go to a resident therapy clinic who specializes in treating patients with brain injuries. Then, home with us. No calendar. And we know, healing can shift, so to each of you, more than thankful for your prayers and notes. Please continue the prayers…

Learned yesterday that Laura, Matthew and Sheila’s lovely daughter, and our GRANDDAUGHTER, will be confirmed and will graduate from 8th grade. So fantastic. I’ll be there to clap and cheer [metaphorically, of course] for her graduation in early June. So proud of you Matthew and Sheila…and especially LAURA. Yes!

Diane and I had an incredibly special moment. On Friday I met Chuck Treadwell, Rector at St. David’s Episcopal Church in Austin. A huge congregation with over 3,000 members. I had a lovely chat with him and one of my wonderful friends, Catherine Roberts, St. David’s Administrative Secretary. After the visit in Catherine’s office, Chuck invited me into his office, and with pride showed me the 8-pound bass he’d caught in North Carolina. You’d be proud of me…I think. I didn’t pull up my I-phone and show him the salmon Brian and I caught at Buoy Ten in August. However, maybe your pride in me will atrophy when I left a copy of the NW fishing magazine for Chuck with the two articles yesterday after worship.

The special moment, though, was Friday afternoon Chuck visited Diane and Jason in Jason’s ICU room. How incredibly helpful. Chuck gets it, nothing more important in ministry than pastoral care and presence. He gets it! How very special.

Then, of all things, have sold out all my personal copies of the new novel, Truth Uncovered. The new order for hardbacks and paperbacks should arrive this week. And, the novel should also be on Amazon/Kindle this week. Will keep you posted on that. I know Tricia Gleason is pleased and grateful, no less than her friend Mark Henry Miller. I hope I’m her BFF!!!


About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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