Simply saying “thank you” seems so inadequate.
How does one express gratitude for this? You had nothing to gain. Most of you, I’ve never meant.
But you’ve prayed. You’ve sent private emails. You’ve stopped here to leave words of encouragement. You’ve started prayer chains, and even asked your readers to pray.
Do you have any idea how much that meant to me?
We’ve faced death in our family — twice in one week. In the front seat of my crushed Toyota Sienna, I survived and am here to tell you about it, to testify to God’s faithfulness.
And then, four days later, from the bed of a hospice room — where sunset’s soft light fell … well, my father-in-law’s story ended differently.
Yet, he won, too, you know.
We both claim victory. Sweet victory. Four days apart. Two separate battles. One loving and gracious Savior at work in both places.
We buried my father-in-law yesterday on a snowy Iowa hillside, where old soldiers folded up an American flag and handed the triangle-shaped bundle to a grieving wife. Tomorrow, I head to the doctor to have stitches removed on a Y-shaped wound.
Grateful, I am.
I’m slowly getting back to blogging now. I don’t know if I’ll have the chance to tell you in person how much your support has meant to me these past days. So many of you I’ve never met. Yet you took the time to stop, to pray, to write.
As Cherie wrote here this week, “I add mine to the list, Jennifer, knowing that even though it’s just a repetition of the same sentiment, when it reaches heaven it sends a whole new throng of angels out to surround and console your grieving family.”
God bless you all.
PHOTO: My two girls still have their Mama but miss their grandpa so much. In the background is a van and a tree. Both have significance. The van was totaled in my accident last week. The tree’s significance is this: Lydia asked Grandpa for just one thing when he got to Heaven. She asked if he would plant her a tree, so that when she gets there one day, the tree will be big enough for both of them to climb.