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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take 2: sent for our anniversary – outside/in
by Kirst on April 29, 2010
Hi Babe,
I know you’ll get this late…and I am sorry for that! Please know that it is not a reflection of waning love and support. You are my man for all seasons. Knowing the journey we’ve had, I would have made the decision to marry you all over again. I am the luckiest girl to experience your love and care.
Oh, I forgot to say on Thanksgiving–remember last Thanksgiving? We were SO thankful. And then our anniversary celebration at the W. Remember that delicious toffee? Yum.
Well, as I sit here in the cozy, sweet smelling Chrismas room, I can’t help but wish you were here. I actually rolled over the other night and asked you to get the crying baby because I was so tired. Then I realized you weren’t there. But in my dreams you were, and that felt good.
Love always, Kirst
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