I was speaking to Don, the owner of the lot we purchased today and he exclaimed, I know someone that knows you! Gina Patterson! Hmmm...I know I'm pregnant and losing some brain cells slowly but the name didn't ring a bell. I told him that I had no idea who that was and then he cautiously asked, how are things with the baby? I said, Great, although, we did have a scare a few weeks ago. I told him the story but then affirmed that we had some amazing prayer warriors petitioning on behalf of Lana and I and God heard the prayers and the problem disappeared. Then he said, well, that's how I thought you know Gina. I received an email from her asking to pray for you and your baby. I was afraid to ask about the baby in fear that something bad may have happened. So somehow through a course of prayer chains, emails, and phone calls, this prayer warrior saint, Gina, received word about my situation and then turned on her list of prayer warriors to get them interceding on our behalf, which included Don. I was flabbergasted and humbled. I hope I get to meet Gina someday.
I decided to write my brother a letter last week. While I sat down to write the letter, it dawned on me that there were some words he needed to hear. Chris reminded me that I might be the only person in the world that understands him because of experiencing the same childhood. First, I told him I was proud of him for working hard to stay out of trouble and keep a job. These are words that we both long to hear from our parents. Our desire to hear these words from them pushed us to act in two very different ways. Second, I told him that I admired him. That might sound strange intiailly but the last time that I saw him was at dinner at my parent's house. Before he left, he leaned down to give a hug to my father who was laying in the recliner. Dad didn't reciprocate, but I can't imagine how much courage and forgiveness had gone through Thomas's heart to be able to do that. I'm shamed to admit that I can only remember hugging my dad 2 times in my adult life. ...
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