I cry now as I read your emails and am able to bring you such good news about our lives. God's faithfulness rings true today and always, doesn't it?

Last evening, I was blessed as wife, friend, and believer to take Danny to church for the first time. It had been such a long time since we were able to go to church together since I was in Phoenix and Danny was here. We took him to Trinity, A Vineyard Community where friends of ours lead praise and worship. As we entered the sanctuary, Danny immediately began to cry. The band was warming up and Danny sang every word with tears streaming down his face. Satan may be able to attack Danny's body, but God is in control of Danny's spirit!

Danny kept repeating 'I love this' and 'It's amazing.' Here I was, nervous about taking Danny to church for fear of what he might say and all I needed to do was rest in the Lord that He is in control. You'd think I'd have learned that by now, right? I sat next to my husband who raised his good hand to worship the Lord and I was struck by the realization that we who are healthy are sometimes embarrassed to worship in that way. How is this possible? Danny, in his limited mentality and physicality, knew what it meant to worship the Creator. What is our excuse then?

During the service, communion was offered and the opportunity to give. Danny told me that he needed to give, so I quickly pulled out my wallet and handed him all that I had. I wheeled him over to the basket and he put it in. Again, how symbolic. Should we not also feel it necessary to give back to the Kingdom when the Lord blesses us so? In yet another pointed moment, Danny's brother Joel, broke off a bit of cracker soaked in grape juice and offered it to Danny. Joel is the Associate Youth Pastor at our church. Brother to brother, believer to believer, pastor to parishoner - Joel gave. Danny is not permitted to eat or drink yet, but somehow I believe the symbolism of Danny's first morsel of nurishment should be the body and the blood.

Of course, with Danny being so aware and communicative now, we have much laughter. We never know what to expect when he starts talking. Even during service last night, Danny kept repeating 'meet me.' I asked him where he wanted to meet and he replied 'at the bathroom.' He also told me that my breath was 'brutal,' which I am so proud to admit in this forum, believe me. I'm just thankful that he is talking, I can hear his voice, and he is saying things how he said them prior to the accident.

On one such occasion, he did just that and it about knocked me over. The conversation went as follows:

Danny: I love you, Allison.

Allison: I love you more.

Danny: I doubt it.

You see, Danny always swore that I couldn't possibly love him more than he loved me. I think this is true. Danny didn't understand how much I truly loved him because I'm not sure he knew how much our Father loved him. I hope he knows that now. I pray that the Lord showed him my heart while he was sleeping. I hope God opened up the windows of my soul and let Danny peer inside. I hope it overwhelmed him so much that he will never doubt my love again.

I am blessed to tell you too that Danny has known me for the last four days. I have been his wife each and every time. He has even called out to me from the other room. He knows me. He knows me. He knows me. Let that sink in to you. My husband knows who I am. We, as the bride of Christ, are known by our bridegroom. Yes, there is a God who wants to do even greater things for us than we can imagine.

I was reminded of this last night during the service. God is able to do the supernatural and impossible things. Often we limit him to doing things in the natural and worldly realm. How blessed among women and believers that I can say that I am witnessing one such miracle firsthand. I am truly in awe that God has chosen me. Me. Just a woman. However, I figure if God can talk through a donkey, then surely I can do better than that.

I continue to pray that the Lord will give Danny clarity of thought, strength for his body and encouragement for his spirit. You know, this whole situation is a progression. Progression for Danny's healing, progression for our walk with the Lord and progression towards the coming of our Savior. Aren't we then supposed to celebrate this progression for the Lord is drawing us ever closer to Him? How humbling!

I will be forever grateful to you all who have committed to lift my family up to the Father. This isn't about me. It isn't about you. It isn't even about Danny. It's about the Lord. So, let's sit back and watch Him work. I think He can handle it, don't you?

All my heart,
Allison