I just had a visit from two lovely women. I had never met them before. They were from the Neighborhood Church. They came to deliver a beautiful large basket and card of condolence. One of them recently lost her husband in a motorcycle accident a couple of blocks from her home.
These loving women told me their congregation has been praying for our family. I am touched by how many are praying for us. I can literally feel the lift of those prayers. I know the Lord listens to all prayers no matter how we pray. He is no respecter of persons.
When we lived in California, I worked in the community relations area of our church there. In that calling, I met and befriended so many good people of a variety of faiths. It is so encouraging to see the world still has so many good people who are striving to follow the Saviors example.
I want to thank you--all of you. Thank you for all your prayers for us. Thank you to all who comment and fill my inbox with love. I have been astounded that the number of people coming to this blog has increased instead of decreased with time. I even feel the love from the silent stalkers. Stalk away. Sharing my story spreads out the sadness of it. You are mourning with we who mourn. You are following the admonition of the Lord in so doing.
I particularly want to thank all the doers out there. I am a bit overwhelmed by the number of thank you notes I need to write. It may take me a long while to get through them and I may not even remember all of them. I am afraid my mind has been like a strainer lately. The only thoughts I have effectively been able to hold in there are those concerning Camille.
Thank you to those who have sent books. I am currently enjoying a bit of escape sent to me by a fellow book club member from California who now lives in Texas (thanks Jen). I love to read and will be making my way through the other books in time.
Thank you for the locket. I do not personally know the woman who gave it to me, but it now holds a picture of my sweet baby and is a treasure to me.
Thank you for the hearts, Mrs. Gallant. The girls and I treasure then. Jon says no need to worry, he isn't much of a heart or jewelry kind of guy. :)
So many of you have sent packages for the girls. I remember as a kid how exciting presents were and how happy it could make a bad day to get one. I have seen this again with my girls. These little mementos and gifts have helped distract their minds from missing their sister and given them things to help them remember her.
Thank you so much to all of you who have donated to the Humanitarian Fund or other charities in memory of Camille. These donations do make a difference in the lives of so many around the world. Jon and I saw this first hand in Africa visiting my parents there on their Humanitarian Mission there for our church.
There have been flowers and plants sent and a variety of other packages with treats and treasures, notes and drawings within. To all of you doers, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
And thank you to those who have sent me notecards. When I get my mind wrapped around it, I will need LOTS of thank you cards to show my appreciation.