Dear Jenny,
On Christmas, when everyone else had gone home, I was dancing around in Dinah's downstairs living room. Fritzie and I didn't want to go home, and we were dancing up a storm as an excuse. I was doing this weird dance that I saw the S**tkingz do (I know, I shouldn't have attempted their genius), and I fell on my left ankle.
I heard and felt it. I rolled onto my back. When normally, I'd sit and complain about it, I praised the Lord that it wasn't worse. Your freak accident is still fresh on my mind. Every time I remember it, I feel really bad. I feel sorry because it happened on my watch.
Sorry, my friend, that a broken leg is now part of your body. I can't even imagine what you go through everyday with the cast on, and the days being so cold. Still, God is turning that into something good, I believe.
Stay healthy and warm, my dear. We look forward to your coming back to your many ministries in full health.
Love--
