My God is freakin' amazing.
Know how I know?
Because there is this person running around my house like a banshee. He's fighting with his brothers and dog-piling his daddy. He's watching too much Spongebob and not brushing his teeth when I tell him to. He isn't putting his dirty clothes in the laundry room, and he spent yesterday afternoon in trouble for pinching his little brother because he didn't make the first putt with the toy golf clubs. He's knocking the pictures off my walls by throwing balls in the house, and when he cleaned his room yesterday he just stuffed everything under his bed. And today he threw a Montana-sized fit over doing 4 math problems.
And my God is freakin' amazing for every last second of it.
My sweet friends, a miracle has taken place. I'm sure that someone will try to explain it away with medicine. And diagnoses. And science.
But I choose to just praise Jesus.
Because my redheaded ragamuffin is as ornery as ever.
And I wouldn't trade a second of it for all the quiet moments in the world.
Just a brief update: Sawyer is doing UH.MAZE.ING. He even was cleared by his doctor to play in his baseball tournament on Saturday. SawDog played 3 games and rocked it. He's a champion, for sure. We will be going to Children's Hospital this Thursday for an appointment with his neurologist, and we are just trusting Jesus for more good news and an excellent prognosis! Thanks again for your prayers! Oh how they were heard!