When we walked in to see Andy this morning he had breakfast sitting before him, uneaten. He was sitting up in an easy chair and cracking jokes with Karen, the nurse! Andy is in alot of pain, his arm is still broken, waiting for surgery, but I can tell his spirits are high despite the pain and disorientation he is having. He hit his head pretty hard somehow and doesn't remember that he was in an accident. He's also lost his short-term memory too. I pray that will go away soon, and we can have some nice long conversations.
We are starting to put together all the details of his accident, which makes the sight of Andy even sitting up in a chair all the more miraculous. Dad went to go get the truck from the impound. We figured we'd get it towed back to a mechanic to maybe fix it. Those hopes were dashed when he saw the truck for the first time. It's a big, twisted ball of metal.
Every day for the past 3 days I'm surprised by God's grace. He's really got Andy in the palm of His hand.
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