I found the sweetest blog, Life In Grace, over a year ago. Then I lost it.   I re-found it during The Nester’s Christmas Home Tour. As soon as I landed on on her link, I  thought, “Oh I love her!” I spent several minutes on her lovely red and turquoie blog  and clicked on many of her posts.  I remembered that I  left a comment once and she sent me the nicest reply.  I also remembered that her name is Edie, she is a former physician, and she homeschools her two youngest children. I made myself a promise, not to lose her again!

Then the week of Christmas, I saw this post about how everything changed for Edie in the very early hours of Tuesday morning December 21.

My heart was broken for her. And immediately I began praying, even though I have never met her.  Praising God that her family made it out safely and asking Him to walk with them through the devastation and loss they have experienced.

I saw an outpouring of love for her from bloggers everywhere I turned. And I was reminded that this thing we do, with our keyboards really can touch lives.

Edie’s birthday was Wednesday.  Those same love filled bloggers hacked her site, (with permission) wished her every happiness, and offered a link up for others to do the same. I knew I wanted to participate.  So here is my birthday wish for Edie:

Dear Life In Grace {Edie},

Happy Birthday!

I love your blog.  I am so sorry that I lost you.  But I am grateful that God let me find you, again.  I am praying for you every day in January (at Kimba’s invitation).  I know there is nothing I can say to ease the pain and heaviness your heart feels.  But since you love words, I thought I’d share my favorite poem with you as a birthday gift:

Thou art the Lord who slept on the pillow.

Thou art the Lord who calmed the raging sea.

What matter beating wind and tossing billow

if only we are in the boat with Thee?

Hold us in quiet through the age long minute,

while thou art silent and the wind is shrill,

Can the boat sink, dear Lord while Thou art in it?

Can the heart faint that waiteth on Thy will?

by Amy Carmichael,

Towards Jerusalem

Happy Birthday.

May you feel His arms holding you strongly through this age long minute.