In Praise In Pain

My father through the awesome grace of God awoke last evening(February 21st)from a massive stroke suffered this past Monday afternoon in Williston, Florida. All the doctors told us he would never recover, he would be in a vegetative state, to expect the worse, that the seizures were doing irreparable damage. We sent out word immediately for prayer. We resigned ourselves for the end. We walked about the week as in a haze, as my father was.
Then, this past Monday evening, something(we know the Holy Spirit)told my brother Lewis, who lives in Gainesville, to take his oldest son Nick and visit him. He thought for the last time. He took Nick to gain closure. Upon arriving, my father, in the VA ICU Ward, opened his eyes in recognition and mumbled to them, I hurt, I hurt and pointed with his hand to the side of his head the stroke occurred.
He continued by squeezing their hands, looking them in the eyes, asking about Rowdy his Jack Russell dog and Paula, his daughter.
Lewis immediately relayed the news to us here in Lake City. My sister, a VA Hospice nurse in Lake City, immediately called the ward and told them to please not neglect him, as he was off all monitors and medications, in preparation for the transfer today to Lake City.
Today my sister and her daughter Allison Vendig from Dallas rode down and saw for ourselves this miracle. He continued to talk at length, sleep, talk. Mostly it was mumbled and difficult to understand. The staff of doctors,interns and students making rounds were moved, calling it a miracle.
My father made the journey to Lake City without incident. We took Rowdy, his beloved dog up to him. His words were sweet and clear, Bless Your heart! Bless your heart!
How much time remains for my father, only the Savior knows. The time he has given us we are deeply grateful for. His mercy endures and humbles me. I thank everyone who entered into prayer for my father and the trials our family has joyfully and steadily encountered since August of 2009.