The
phone call came around 8:30 p.m. last night. I had been expecting it
since Thursday when I got the first text. I have a dear friend who I
met in England; sailed with to the Faroe Islands and the Netherlands;
played with in South Africa; and lived next door to in Liberia who will
be flying into Minneapolis next month.
Her
life has gone from a wonderful, happy story book to a painful,
devastating reality. The struggles and hardship she has gone though I would
wish on no one. And yet through the challenges, her faith in Jesus
Christ as her only hope has not wavered.
She will make it because she holds on to Jesus. And I will treasure our time together next month. Until then, I will pray . . .
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