Oh my. Around Easter, a friend produced a video of greetings for Isaiah, a young man in our church who survived a 350 ft. roll-over accident with critical head injuries and an extended coma. As my friend ran the camera I told Isaiah I missed his faithful service with the sound system. I also said I looked forward to the day he would be back with us, but got choked up and had to force the words through throat blockage and tears.
There were tears again today. Tears of rejoicing.
Today, my friend, Isaiah was in church with us. It’s incredible. It’s unbelievable. It’s a miracle. Isaiah is back home, walking around, a little more quiet than usual, but ready with a smile. He joined the guys on the lawn for a game of Frisbee. He throws a mean Frisbee, but has a harder time catching it.
He doesn’t remember the accident on March 31st or the first hospital. He says his first thoughts when he woke up were that he was glad to be alive and thankful to God for preserving his life.
After the service I was chatting with Isaiah’s mom and noticed her pretty necklace. She turned the pendant around and it had the word HOPE on it. Her husband bought it for her the day after the accident.
Isaiah–and his family–have more hills to climb. He will continue therapy twice a week. His father will tutor him in academic subjects. The next glorious event is the wedding of his older brother at the end of the month. Isaiah, of course, is in the wedding.
Right now, he is a walking display of God’s kindness. Our hearts are swelling with thanksgiving.