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I got one of those calls yesterday.





The kind that leave you gasping for air.





Shake your faith.





Melt you into a puddle of sorrow on the floor.








Which is where I was. On the floor. Tears streaming. On the phone with Jonathan...who had just taken that call of his own.





The kids were thankfully with Grams.





Except for Trevor. Who toddled over to me and gently wiped at the wet-ness running down my face. More curiosity than compassion. But so so comforting anyway.




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We're not ready to spill our guts entirely...




But if you're a believer in prayer. Jonathan's parents could use some...as they prepare to return to the States. As could the rest of our family.

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Shanna Grimes said…
Hope everyone is alright. Prayers are with you.
February 28, 2009 at 9:04 PM
Mrs. M said…
Prayers for your family & you Danielle. May ALL your family be safe and sound.
March 1, 2009 at 7:57 PM
JSmith5780 said…
As I said on Friday... call me anytime. I'm here.
hugs
March 2, 2009 at 5:52 AM
Anonymous said…
Somehow, I missed this post in the reader.

We're thinking of you guys, in whatever may have changed!!
March 2, 2009 at 10:38 AM
Melanie said…
I hope that everything and everyone is ok. You guys are in our thoughts and prayers. If you need anything....
March 2, 2009 at 7:11 PM
Adesta said…
Hoping all are ok in the family!! {hugs}
March 3, 2009 at 10:08 AM
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