In a seemingly random act of violence, Stephanie's husband, Charles, was killed.

This wasn't how she wanted the story to go.

And I had a lot of arguments with God in those moments.

I remember very clearly thinking that it made no sense why God gave us eight children, just to take their daddy.

Here's how she reflected on it to her close friends and supporters.

My prayer is that somehow, some way, Jesus will be glorified through my precious Charles' death,

and that God will not let his death have been in vain.

He is receiving the martyr's crown from his Lord.

My heart is broken.

I want to wake up from a horrible nightmare.

Please pray for us.

Thank you to all who have been praying for us during this last day, which seems like an eternity.

My heart is so heavy as I face driving on the road where my husband was killed. Having to tell my precious children,

their daddy is never coming home, having to start repacking and figuring out what to take back to the

States and what to leave. Knowing Charles is safe in the arms of Jesus brings comfort,

and I'm so thankful for the promises to cling to from God's word. Right now I'm clinging

to his promise that all things work together for good, for those that love the Lord. My heart's

desire is that the Lord and Savior, my precious husband loved and served his whole life would be glorified

and that there would be a harvest of souls brought to know Jesus as their personal Savior from sin

through his death. I know Charles is so happy to be with Jesus. He often talked of looking

forward to seeing his Savior face to face, but I already miss him beyond description.

And just wish for one more chance to hear his voice, see his smile, hold his hand, and tell him I loved him more than he could ever know.

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