Praise to the Lord, the Almighty!

Today my mom walked. She was holding on to a table, and it was slow and shuffling and painful, she had two therapists helping her and bracing her left knee, but she walked. Dad called me and I got to talk to both of them for a few minutes. Mom said "it wasn't like I trotted 'round the table" and Dad interjected that it was more like "one slow, painful step at a time"...but she walked. Mom says that today is the first time she's thought "I will walk again."

Praise be to God for his great compassion and mercy!