My mom and I spent this morning with my dad continuing to be amazed at his progress. In physical therapy, instead of a walker, the therapist had my dad try walking with a cane. He tried several times, but couldn’t really get the rhythm of it. It seemed to trip him up more than assist. So, the therapist suggested he try walking without any device. After making sure the therapist would be holding onto him, my dad took off like he was on a mission. Evidently, he needed more of a challenge, so the therapist got out the ladder looking contraption and put it on the floor. My dad walked through it, stepping over each rung. We were all very impressed.

I Found God today in my dad’s continued progress.