They say that answers to prayer comes in all different forms and fashions. Yesterday was a testament to that. We have yet to discover exactly what Parker can hear. Can he hear me when I read a book to him? Can he hear when I sing to him?
Yesterday I sat in while Parker worked with Miss Angie. I watched as she spent time reviewing numbers with him. She would place two numbers before him and ask him to give her a specific one.
She did this several times. Each time with different numbers. Each time Parker picked up the exact one Miss Angie asked for.
It took a few hours for this to hit me. Parker could hear Miss Angie ask him for a specific number and then he would pick it up and hand it to her.
I had to stop and catch my breath as the realization hit me. An answer to prayer. A bit of peace spoken directly to my heart.
Do we still have a long way to go? You bet. Will the journey be much easier knowing that when I speak with Parker in a low, firm voice in a quiet room that he can, indeed hear me. Absolutely.
I can’t imagine a greater gift than the peace I’ve been feeling. The knowledge that when it comes to Parker’s hearing things are going to be alright.