Many of you are aware of my auto accident on the way home from church Sunday, February 9, 2014. I had planned to stop at Walgreens to purchase a Valentine Card to send to my dear husband, Milt, on Monday. He is at the prison camp in Pensacola, Fl. However, a woman ran the red light at the intersection a few yards from the store, sending me to the hospital instead.

I wanted to share a letter from Milt’s loving heart, which he wrote February 10th—the morning after he heard the news. In it, you can feel his personal pain and longings, as well as his confident trust in our faithful, merciful God.

My dear and precious Ruby,

Psalm 59:16 “I will sing of Your power; yes, I will sing aloud of Your mercy in the morning; for You have been my defense and refuge in the day of my trouble.”

Monday morning (2-10-14)

My love, my love, my love. I cannot begin to tell you about my emotional state for the past 12 hours. When Pastor Phil answered the phone yesterday when I called home, I knew immediately you were hurt. I just did not know how badly. I could barely talk with him and was in a state of shock.

I remember walking out of the phone room and not knowing where to go. I made my way to the Chapel and saw Marlon and Scott and asked them to lift you up in prayer—I still did not know your condition other than you had bleeding in the brain.

Well, they certainly lifted you up—they had a special prayer meeting for you. The Chaplain allowed me to use his phone to get a 6:30 p.m. [CST] update from Mitzi [our daughter]. I shared that with the Chaplain and I have been told he shared the update with the church family.

Following the service, I had numerous men stop by my bed and pray for you. Marlon called his Mom, who in turn called their prayer group, and they lifted you up in prayer.

I was just informed about the prayer they had for you last night. They said it was one of the most powerful, emotional, and beautiful prayers ever spoken. The church was packed, and I am told you could sense God’s presence during and after the prayer.

I cannot begin to tell you how many times I have lifted you up to the Lord, asking Him to heal you. Our great God responded to the many prayers, as the update had you improving. Praise the Lord. –Continued tomorrow . . .

When circumstances overwhelm

And seem too much to bear,

Depend upon the Lord for strength

And trust His tender care. –Sper