Kirsten and Scott--a husband and wife that are separated by jailhouse walls, as he is incarcerated despite his innocence. He is facing life in prison without the possibility of parole. As a family of 4, and then 5, as the story unfolds, Scott and Kirsten knew the "good life." But God had a better one in store. They first had to be broken. They plumb new depths of their faith and in their knowledge of the Word in these days that some would consider dark, but that God infused with great joy. Throughout a total of 16 months of separation they wrote letters to each other that are filled with the stories that capture the depth of their love, family life, fear, questioning, and details of what God is doing in, around and through them. Many of the letters are laced with snaphots of jailhouse interactions in the maximum security unit where God still dwells. It is inspiring to see how the Holy Spirit moves throughout the whole situation when you see Scott’s letter next to Kirsten’s as the days go by. Prayers are being prayed and answered and it is all recorded in the daily wrap-up. It is a God story. It is a love story. And the letters are delivered daily. Make sure you
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november 14th – outside/in
by Kirst on October 24, 2009
Hi. I am writing from your parent’s house. I got here about 8:15. After dinner we had coffee and eclairs. We visited until 11. It was a great visit. Doug is here, too. I am really tired. It seems all my letters say that, huh?
It was interesting coming here. This is the first time I’ve been back since all of this has happened. Crazy to think of your presence here–how you’ve slept in this room. How we’ve slept in this room. It is different without you. It kinda forced me to become the primary communicator with your parents. I miss you. I want to be held by you so bad. Being here has brought up emotions I didn’t expect.
One thing I’ve always loved when coming here is shopping in Old Town. Remember the “Through the Years” store? And Frills? Remember buying the bassinet? Good memories. How I long for leisure time like that. The theater is open now, we could leave the kids here and go see a movie. Sound good?
Well, love, know that you are in my heart and on my mind all day, everyday. You are a part of my being. I feel incomplete without you. Sleep well.
Yours, Kirst
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