Yesterday morning two of Los Tres Amigos got to go home. Hurrah! We watched Jon Weston and (a few minutes later) Austin leave their rooms to head back to Abilene. It was kind of a lonely feeling for Chris, but he was glad his friends were doing that well. And we had a good day, too. From the outside it would probably seem like baby steps. But from the inside it was gigantic leaps. Chris is now doing some simple exercises and is able to get into a wheelchair for brief periods. He had a couple buddies come up yesterday (plus his two very attentive female cousins who are hovering around him when he's up to it) and they watched ballgames together. Today he has his brother and sister-in-law to watch NFL playoff games with. There was a moment late last night when just the five of us were in the room and prayed that I thought, "Life might one day be 'normal' again." During one of those early dark nights when we were waiting on word about head and lungs, I kept searching in my Ipod for something that would comfort. It came down to one thing: Zoe music. Probably because I could hear the familiar voices and know that those very people were praying for us. The two songs that ministered the most to me were "Come, Ye Sinners" (I know the words "bruised and broken by the fall" are referring to sin . . . but for the moment that spoke to our situation) and "Be Still My Soul." Last night and this morning I was supposed to have been speaking at a Zoe Conference in Fresno. I know it's going well. Well, that's the report from Cook's Children's Hospital this morning. I think my mom and I are going to slip away to early service at Richland Hills. There are so many places I'd like to go this morning: to Burleson to say thanks for all the food; to Grapevine to say thanks for the banner signed by middle schoolers; to . . . . You understand. Thank you all so very much for your prayers. We had one note sent up by someone saying that she is a member of this blog community though we've never met. She just wanted us to know she's thinking about us, praying for us, and would do anything to help if we'd call her. Are there words in the English language to say what that means to a family in crisis?