I was talking to my mom today and she said that she had received a package in the mail. So I stopped by my parents house to pick it up. It was from some of my parent's friends from McBain. There was a letter addressed to my mom that explained that this package was actually from a lady in their church. Brian and I's names were mentioned in their church to be remembered in prayer. This lady had lost 2 children over 25 years ago and she felt it in her heart to send us a gift. This gift came in the form of 3 letters and 3 journals. The first letter was to both Brian and I, the second letter to me, and the third letter to Brian. Her thoughtfulness came on a day that I needed encouragement like none other. One line from her letter (to me) said, "For me it was feeling like I was being sucked into a black pit of tar and my heart didn't want to work and I cried." And to be honest some days that line describes me. But just like her I plan to push through the black pit of tar and see the light at the other end.
The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust.