You're Never Going to Believe This.

You're never going to believe this, so I'm just gonna come out and say it.

Yesterday, Nate and Ethan were in a motorcycle accident. They are both alive.  Nate just has some cuts and scrapes.  Ethan broke his femur and had surgery last night to put a rod in.

There.  I've said it.

There's way more to this story and I want to share it all: more miracles, more time at the hospital, more photos even.  But I just got home from staying the night in the hospital with Eth and I need a shower MORE than I need to blog.

Please pray.  We've got some tough days ahead.

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  1. RosemaryJanuary 17, 2013 at 6:48 AM

    Lind Seabrook told me about this last night at small group...Babalo....Du Courage! Praying for you guys...so far away...all we can do.

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  2. darciJanuary 17, 2013 at 8:26 AM

    My dear friend...you're right..unbelievable. I am overwhelmed FOR you...can only imagine how emotionally and spiritually AND physically exhausted you are feeling right about now. Praying continually. Loving you from afar. But with you, WITH you, in spirit and in love and in prayer. Holding you up, ok? Much love. All of the H family

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  3. MarianneJanuary 18, 2013 at 10:39 AM

    When I heard this, I had to sit down in total disbelief. My first reaction was, Really, God? Are you joking? Because this feels like a bad joke. When is it enough? When do you step in and take all the things that are wrong and start to turn them to right? That was my first reaction. My second thought was that there are forces of evil at work in this world about which we know nothing -- forces which are determined to undermine the good work God is doing in Togo, West Africa, in and through his faithful children, the Westons. I'm not sure how to even pray against that evil, so I have determined to begin to pray using words that God himself has given us through his Word, words to fight against the evil one, and to remind us all of his presence in the chaos.

    "I love you, O LORD, my strength. The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. I call to the LORD, who is worthy of praise, and I am saved from my enemies. The cords of death entangled me; the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me. The cords of the grave coiled around me; the snares of death confronted me. In my distress I called to the LORD; I cried to my God for help. From his temple he heard my voice; my cry came before him, into his ears." Psalm 18 . . . to be continued . . .

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  4. Mrs. BreumJanuary 18, 2013 at 2:14 PM

    Not unbelievable- I totally think it's attacks on those who shine so brightly. We're going through similar things over here. Praying for your family, Erin.

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