Another huge step in the right direction

Luke's teacher sent me a video text today. The video was of Luke eating snack. He was feeding himself, out of a bowl, with a spoon. It brought tears to my eyes. He has started walking with assistance and is feeding himself. Just a little over a year ago, he wasn't even sitting up without support, yet he has grown so much in the past six months.
God has done a great work in my life. He has done a great work in Luke's life. He has been there, holding us. The past couple of years has been full of ups and downs, and we have become stronger because of them. I guess that is part of being a Christian. We all know we will have trials. The difference is that we have true hope. We know we may be riding the waves of life, but we also know that we will stay safe because it is Jesus who will calm the waves.
It is so hard to not know what is really going on with Luke. In some ways I would like to have a group to belong to. A group to advocate for. Amazingly enough, God has given me that through my profession. He has given me hope through seeing Luke grow. He works it out. He knows what we need and what to do for our individual situations.
It is amazing what one small miracle can do for a family. Thank you Lord for giving us hope!

Our Answer to 18 months of prayers

My prayers were answered yesterday. My mom has told me how the teacher assistants in Luke's classroom have Luke walking up and down the long halls in his elementary school building. I got the brilliant idea to test it. We pulled into a parking spot that was a short distance from the sidewalk leading to the preschool building. We got him out of the car and into his gait trainer. With only a little belt to provide physical prompting, when needed, I started walking with Luke as he gingerly stepped onto the concrete parking lot.
Each foot of travel seemed to energize Luke. He was smiling and laughing and high stepping. He was really happy for himself. He made it all the way to the preschool building and wanted to walk more. So, he walked to the door of his room. I was so happy to say that he had walked into church this morning. It was truly a tear-worthy moment.
I had planned on venting my emotions, but praising God is such a better option! God gives me hope that this won't be the last miracle and it definitely won't be the last answer to prayer.