I just got to the hospital. Carson woke up when I walked in, I wish the door were more quiet. He said he is feeling a little nauseated this morning. I have one fear about this blog, and one only. That people will take the inspiring attitude and insightful words that are coming from Carson as a sign that he is doing okay, and that he is not longer in need of our support and prayers. Let me assure you that there is still a tremendous need for prayers right now. Both for Carson and for his family. Pray that you might find ways to help the family. (But don't ask them for suggestions, because that is overwhelming.) Pray for Carson to not feel nauseated. Pray for his doctors and nurses, not only that they will know how to best help him, but that they will also be inspired by him, as so many others have. Pray for him be able to stay positive, to feel comforted, to be able to withstand the pain.

For those attending church tomorrow. Please mention Carson to your congregations, ask them to pray for him, and please tell us your experiences through letter! There was a letter that we read Carson the other night that mentioned how in a small town in Michigan (or whichever state's initials are MI) where a local baptist and protestant church were having prayer meetings and praying for him. Carson loved hearing that! Tell people about the blog, people you don't even know! Watch as they will be inspired by his story! I'm going to repeat something Carson said to me the other night that had the most profound impact on me. He said, "I would rather be in this position a million times over, if I can bring someone to Christ...It is so worth it, It is so worth it!” Let us be tools in making that wish come true for Carson. Write Carson and tell him how he has brought you and others closer to Christ!

Let me continue updating everyone further on the rest of what happened with Carson last night.

After receiving a few visits, one of Carson's case managers walked in and told us that she had battled to get Carson a bigger room and found us one. They knew that he was so popular, and that he would need it! They moved us to a beautiful room with a nice view of the mountain side. The room has a radiator that is constantly making white noise, which is a little annoying, but it might be soothing for Carson. Pray for Carson to be able to walk again!

When they moved him into his new room, he wanted to be adjusted. He makes a point to remember the names of his nurses. They were all really impressed when he remembered them after just meeting them briefly. The move left Carson pretty awake. We started to read him a couple of the letters people wrote. Upon finishing each letter he just says, "wow, I have never felt so loved. I am just overwhelmed with gratitude for everyone's support." One friend wrote him a letter of a bunch of funny high school memories. He was laughing so hard and smiling so wide during the whole letter.

After reading a few letters I could tell he was getting tired. I asked him if he wanted to continue reading letters or fall asleep. He said, "Keep reading letters! I kind of feel guilty." When we asked why he said, "because I love them so much!" I'm not quite sure what he meant by that, but we read him another letter. After finishing it he said, "Ok, just one more." He listened to another letter and cried and then said, "Okay just one more, I want it to be from someone I don't know." We read through the list of names of people, and he picked one that he didn't recognize. He loves hearing stories from people who are inspired by him, people who have never met him but feel they want to be better just by hearing his story. I think that gives him a lot of motivation. If you fit into that category, please write Carson a letter and write at the beginning write something along the lines of "I've never met you before," that makes it easier for us to identify who he does and does not know.

After finishing that letter Carson said, "Please, just one or two more." We read a few more, I could tell he was tired, but he loved hearing everyone's words. After that we had to cut him off so that he could get some rest. Soon after that we left feeling as high as ever before. As we drove home, I told my friend, "Carson has so much faith that, if it is God's will, he will walk again, and even if it isn't God's will, it might still happen." Let us continue to have that "irrational hope!"