Scraping Peanut Butter Off The Roof Of Your Mouth

Yesterday was a heralding day…so many times over.

I appreciated how two bobsled teams from Germany and Canada finished tied for First Place, sharing the Gold Medal. So impressive, if only the teamwork could be an example to replace the political discourse smearing the human fabric these days.

I then found this on about a deaf groom; his bride-to-be signing a love song for their wedding. Wow, how incredible. Different languages, different situations, yet in this moment the tears were so powerful and genuine. Here’s the link:

Today was Jason’s best day…watching him I wanted to jump up and give God public thanks. The various therapists were helping the healing process. The physical therapists sat him up, his behind wasn’t too sore so that could happen. And almost, certainly this is exaggerated but makes the point, I thought, Jason, you’re like a cheerleader! He raised and turned his arms, squeezed his hands, lifted his legs…on cue…no help! She shared she’s from South America and then, “You can call me Mighty Mouse!” Yeah!

Then the speech therapist, pushing brilliance, gave Jason suggestions on various sounds to offer. Love this moment, “Jason, use your tongue and scrape peanut butter off the roof of your mouth!” He did! The Nurse Practitioner then talked about new pain meds that would help him be more relaxed. Diane and I support that.

One of my dearest friends understands. An incredible quote I shared with Jason and Diane, Hope Jason had a good day. A good day for him would be the worst day of my life. Much that should not be taken for granted.

Oh, it may be…yes, it may be…Jason will be not bound by the surgeries, the sore butt, the loss of weight. Such a vision, that today came closer to reality. Diane and I hugged him…yes!

Go, Jason! Go, Diane. Go Mighty Mouse!

Thank you, dearest God, for your healing presence.


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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