We ran home to grab our things, put Ham in his kennel, and made our trek to northern Minnesota.  Literally, seriously thinking my dad may not make it through us traveling there.  Even once we were there the ER nurse kept saying "it's not looking good."

And we started asking people to pray.  Because even when you have not been required to have a whole lot of faith lately in life, you know right where you need to go, and right what you need to do when crazy shit happens in life.  And you do things like look at the ceiling when you run upstairs to grab your Bible and say to the ceiling, "I'm sorry it took this" as you run out to the car.

They couldn't believe he was even conscious.  So despite how bad it looked on the scan and increasing severity in his headache, his neurosurgeon said wait. 

They repeated the CT scan in the morning and the neurosurgeon came in and said he was totally impressed.  The swelling from the blood pooling was actually decreasing.  Man, answers. Totally answered prayers.

There's still some good recovery ahead. But we won't be given anything more than we can handle.  All of these crazy crazy things in life can bring us closer to the one who created it.  It makes you grateful that you're never really alone.  It makes you grateful that you have those awesome people called family.  It makes you grateful that you are given more time to discover all the beauty there is to behold in this weird life.

xoxo