I drove up to Portland today with Patty, actually she drove and I read and napped, to have a check up by my Neurologist at the Parkinson’s Center at OHSU. He asked specific questions about how I was doing and then he did a bunch of little tests like opening and closing my hand as fast as I could and wrote down a score of sorts on each test. After we were all done he said that I had actually improved from two years ago, and he said that it was quite amazing. Parkinson’s is progressive in that you get worse and worse every year, and I had gotten better.  The reason that I gave him for the improbable improvement was my hour of stationary bicycle riding that I do every night, but on the ride home I got to thinking, I probably have a thousand people praying for me every week that God would heal me. Kind of funny how my first response was what I did rather than what God did.  I guess a better word than funny should be sad. Kind of sad that my first response was to take the credit for the improvement, and have an hour pass before I had the thought, maybe it was God that made my health better because of the hours of prayer that people have lifted up on my behalf. Psalms 115:1 says, “Not to us, not to us, O Lord, but to your name give glory”.  It is a bit embarrassing to admit that.