It Feels Like Spring Outside
We had a great day with Ian today. He was very awake when we got there and really looking at my mom and I. He had another great session of speech therapy and was doing a lot with his left arm. He was reaching for the wires on his face again and he’s still itching his eyes and nose whenever he gets a chance. He was making me laugh this afternoon because when he itches his nose it almost makes his whole torso move. So he would vigorously itch his nose and then quickly turn his head back to where I was and really look at me. It was like he was either saying, I’m trying to tell you something, or wow, this really itches.
He was really awake when we left and that is always tough emotionally. But I just remind him (and myself) that he’s never alone- Jesus is always with him.
Steve got this email today from our neighbor and we wanted to share it with all of you:
I have been following this blog for a long while and was touched by the many beautiful messages that have been posted so far. In many instances, I was compelled to post something of the same but have always been reluctant, afraid that my words will not be up to par nor would they measure up to the beautiful phrases that have been woven together and posted in this blog. But finally, I have decided to put a couple words together, hopefully they shed a light on how we feel toward our lovely neighbors. I want to start with a prayer that puts me to tears anytime I read it or hear it being read: the FOOTPRINTS:
One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord, and across the skies flashed scenes from his life. In each scene He noticed two sets of footprints in the sand. One was his, and one was the Lord’s. When the last scene of his life appeared before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand, and, to his surprise, He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. And He noticed that it was at the lowest and saddest times in his life. He asked the Lord about it: “Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you would walk with me all the way. But I notice that during the most troublesome times in my life there is only one set of footprints. I don’t understand why you left my side when I needed you most.” The Lord said: “My precious child, I never left you during your time of trial. Where you see only one set of footprints, I was carrying you.”
May God send the angels to put the Murphy’s on their wings, to carry them during this challenging time so when they look back and see no footprints they know the goodness in them that God sent his angels to carry them.
May God hold and embrace the Murphy’s during this ordeal so we may all one day look back and say “Thank you God for enabling us to see the goodness in you that we were not able to see before”.
May God help bring Ian into the beautiful creature that God created him to be so one day he may look back and say “Thanks God for carrying me through the time of trial and suffering”. In God’s name I pray.
-Azad (on behalf of my lovely wife Selar and our precious baby daughter Vania)
anonymous
March 13, 2007 at 7:35 am
Thank you, Azad, for posting that beautiful poem, and please, don’t ever feel again, that your words aren’t just as significant as anyone and everyone that has posted on this site. Your words bring comfort just like everyone else’s and your love and concern for the Murphy family helps lift them just the same as all the rest. Please continue to express your thoughts so that we can be inspired by you. I haven’t met you, personally, but I do know what you and your family have meant, as neighbors, to the Murphy’s. They speak often of you, and we love to hear from all of the people that care about them. So please, keep it up!
kristi altrogge
anonymous
March 13, 2007 at 3:24 pm
Azad, Thank you for those words from your heart. I know it must mean a lot to the Murphy’s to have neighbors that care and pray for them. God’s blessings to you and your family.
– A friend in Texas
anonymous
March 13, 2007 at 4:23 pm
Thank you, Azad, and well said, Kristi!
I always sign my blogs the same, because as much as I would like to, I can’t always come up with “new” or “fresh” words…and how much harder to convey feelings when one is only writing, when one’s voice, tone and facial expressions (let alone arm touches and hugs!) can’t be conveyed.
So as always, I can say that I am…
Still praying!
Mary Ann K.
fional
March 14, 2007 at 1:17 am
I’ve found this blog by a somewhat convuluted route.
Thank you for being open with us all. In your sorrow and fear and weakness, your perseverence and clinging to God makes you examples and leaders for us all. Thank you for suffering with godliness.
Hang in there.
anonymous
March 14, 2007 at 1:32 am
Sorry for the typo (Angles vs. Angels). Thanks a lot for the kind words. Wanted to show our passion for our lovely neighbor and checked the document, but apparently overlooked the words. Sorry again for the error.
Azad