Today’s The Day; Jason Is Coming Home!

We’ve got some visits to make, our version of gratitude, profound and abiding gratitude.

Most of all and first and always of all, there’s Diane. She kept Jason…day in and night out…from slipping away. She kept him with chin up more than drooping. She kept him to realize Jason is our son, Jason is a father to Jackson, Aiden and Noah.

There’s the City of Austin fellow employees who have donated time and money to support Jason, so he can make it back to work with them.

There’s Amy and Amanda at Wells Fargo.

There’s Vino, Alicia, Shawna, Carissa, Joey, Cindy, Rodney at Randall’s.

There’s Jim at the post office.

There’s Fernando at our post office pick-up box.

There’s best friends ever, Mike and Art.

There’s Catherine and Chuck [recover from back surgery, fella!] and Peter and Bob at St. David’s.

There’s Elizabeth in Austin area UCC ministry.

There’s Dale and Cheryl and Paul and Brian, relatives dear and near.

There’s Tom and Jill in Portland.

There’s the doctors and nurses and therapists at Seton Hospital, Cornerstone Rehab Hospital and Austin Neuro Rehab Center who literally saved Jason’s life, especially our neurosurgeon, Dr. Ashour who acted in a heartbeat so Jason’s heart would keep beating.

There’s those I cannot remember now, but they are alive in my heart…their words, their notes, their prayers for strength and hope.

And in long-distance, with a personal word to each, the best guides in the world [Zorba, Bob, Rabbi Guide in particular], relatives, abiding friendships, that include NIKE [thank you, Lisa and Tom and David] and PGA [thank you, Wiren] touchbases, 60 year classmates from Jefferson High School [especially Jeannette and Doug], ministers from my journey, especially John Thomas and Fred Trost [and Margaret Trost, an angel impersonating a human being!].

There’s my new very special friend, Jessica Cox, who tapped her love and prayers with her toes and Hugh and Jane in Tucson and Don and Barbara in Colorado Springs.

Thanks and a tip of my fishing hat to my favorite Cowboy in New Mexico, the very Slim Randles himself.

There’s the unnamed who listened and nodded and said, “Our prayers for you and Jason and Diane.”

Prayers matter.

Our visiting, because the “Austin Prayer Warriors” have asked, is when he’s ready, Jason and Diane and I will visit so Jason can nod and hug. Eyes will not remain dry.

Such a special day. Jason’s coming home! Even more, though, to me a day when the future refuses to be dull and cloudy…all the time.

Most of all, very most of all, THANK YOU, GOD, and JESUS and the LIVING SPIRIT OF HEALING. AMEN! Hallelujah!


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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