A message from Heavenly Father, that Ella Williams gave me just now

I will share with my family this letter I just wrote to Glo because I don't want to forget this.

I have had so many beautiful experiences over this past year. I have tried to share them with Glo and on the blog but I know I have forgotten some of them.

Dear Glo,

I just thought I would share this with you in a letter and with the family on the blog before I forget.

Ella Williams called me today. I talked to her just now and she told me about a dream she had. In her dream she was talking with an old girlfriend and her friend was telling her about all her troubles. She was telling Ella how hard life was for her and Ella said she was feeling so sorry and sad for her friend. She was feeling burdened by the troubles her friend was telling her about.

At the end of the dream Ella had the following thought: "Sometimes, people walk a road of suffering they do not deserve because they will need to help others in the future". This was the message Ella heard. Then she woke up and she had a thought and it said "you need to share this dream and this message with John Kennedy".

She called me today to tell me this story and I just thought it was so nice. She feels and I believe it was a message from Heavenly Father to her for me. I told her how thankful I was for her to tell me and I told her it means a lot as I have had so many thoughts of guilt and self recrimination. Did I do something bad to deserve this? Am I really a bad doctor and a bad person like the people a the hospital are saying I am? Were Larisa and I completely wrong when we felt we should come her? Was our inspiration so off and wrong?

I know God lives and I am thankful he is mindful of Mommy and me. I do not see why this has happened to us but I am comforted to know it is not because we deserve or have earned it, it is so we can help others in the future.

Love,

Papá

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