We pretty much wouldn't be here without Kyrstin. One breezy night mid-November, there was a formal dinner party planned. The girl, small gift in tow, walked into the old brick home, once occupied by a wealthy family. Bustling chatter, boisterous laughter, and bountiful stories of gratitude rose from the lips of the brothers and sisters that had gathered together to celebrate their dear friend Kyrstin's birthday. Wandering into the kitchen, the girl noticed a man, opposite end of the long island, talking with two others. As he talked there was a collected, peaceful joy exuding from him, drawing even more of the girl's attention. Reminding herself of the purpose of this wonderful night, she brushed away any thoughts of the handsome fellow and engaged with the host in order to procure some tasks and offer assistance. Alfredo Potatoes devoured, with many returning for seconds and thirds, the crowd was very content and speaking on various topics. From the sermon last week to entire life stories, everyone present gave testimony of the Lord's goodness in their life. The