I am awed, amazed, astonished, appreciative—and that’s just the A adjectives—at the outpouring of grace I have witnessed in the last thirty-six hours. I read and thanked God for every one of your comments and assurances of prayers, even though I didn’t reply to them all.
Thank you. (It feels inadequate, but I mean it from the bottom of my heart.)
Some of you are friends; welcome here. Some of you are old friends; I hope to renew our acquaintance. Some of you are strangers; please don’t stay that way long. We are sisters on the road to Glory. Let us walk a few miles together and talk of what it means to grow and hurt and love and follow Christ.
Over the next few weeks, I’m planning on posting pieces of the epilepsy story, although there is no tidy summary at the end. This is a story we are still living.
With your prayers, you have made yourself a part of this story.
I can’t thank you enough.