There is a blogger I know. She is full of warmth, honesty and a love so profound that it inspires you to grab onto your children and never, ever let them go.
Her strength was what first drew me in. She had such heavy burdens to bear yet she never wavered in her faith (and if she did, she never let it show), she drew strength from the love of her family and the kindness of her friends.
Even more inspiring . . . she gave it all back three-fold.
I ask that you pray for Misty, that you think of her family during this time . . . for in a matter of months Misty will be delivering her dear son, Isaac . . . and then she will bid him farewell.
I have no more words.
Except to say, my heart is with you Misty . . .
13 comments:
Oh, that's just tragic. I couldn't even imagine.
She is amazing isn't she? My heart breaks for her, it's so unfair.
And I have to know, where did you get the button, how did I miss it?
How very sad. It is amazing that people make it through the things they do.
Oh wow. What an unbelievably hard thing to have to go through. My heart goes out to her, too.
OH my goodness, that is just heartbreaking. I didn't even know of her blog until now. Thanks for letting us know...
So heartbreaking. I cannot even imagine. My thoughts are with her as well.
I haven't visited with you in a while, and what a blessing that I picked today to stop in.
Thank you, Love. I'm so out of touch with real life right now, but, Oh, I love you. I hope you know that!
I love our Misty too.
what a woman.
grace, she is. I wish it were what she lived right now, too.
erin
I just visited her. And while my heart aches for her, I am inspired by her strength.
She's amazing.
Sweet Misty! I can't imagine how she is handling all this. What a trial!
What a sweetie you are!
I don't know if "thank you for bringing this blog to my attention" is appropriate or not. I'm not even sure I am wording this right.
Stories like this? Rip my heart out. I sob while I read these. I stand at my son's crib and cry. You would think I would avoid these stories at all cost given how I react to them. I just can't though.
In this day and age, this should not happen. I don't understand it. And yet, I work in this very field.
Now, I must go and watch my child sleep...
Oh. Oh. Oh. I want to go wake my children and hold them tight. Life is so unfair.
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