I love, love, love you guys. . . and I so wish I could be in Harrisonburg and be your nurse. . .

We are lifting you up daily. . . thankful that our Father knows the deep groanings in our hearts when words can’t be found. You are loved, and you are conquerers!

Melissa (& Mike)

You are continually in my thoughts and prayers. I wanted to share with you a prayer from the puritans:

“Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see Thee in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold Thy glory. Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high, that the broken heart is the healed heart, that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit, that the repenting soul is the victorious soul, that to have nothing is to possess all, that to bear the cross is to wear the crown, that to give is to receive, that the valley is the place of vision. Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter Thy stars shine; let me find Thy light in my darkness, Thy life in my death, Thy joy in my sorrow, Thy grace in my sin, Thy riches in my poverty, Thy glory in my valley. Amen.”

The Lord is holding you by the hand through this time of extreme brokeness. He will keep your steps firm.

I’m here.

Love, Kristin