Letter from a Mother - Ukraine Crisis Story

A letter from a Ukrainian mother:

"Peace of God!

I want to express my gratitude to all those who, in a difficult time for us, supported my family prayerfully and financially. May the Lord bless you and your homes, your work and all your life.

My name is Natalya*. Widow, mother of 10 children. We are refugees as our city is destroyed. There are not even words that would like to express gratitude to the Lord for saving us from that hell in which we have lived lately. He alone is worthy of praise. And now, through all of you, He has taken care of us and our needs. Even my 15 year old daughter who has a serious spinal problem. He never left and never leaves us.

Once again, thank you for your help! Be blessed! Pray for us and for peace in Ukraine."

*Name changed for confidentiality

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