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Merry Christmas – 2006

The following is our 2006 Christmas Letter. I wanted to share it with everyone who reads the blog:
Well, it’s been a big year of change in this Karwoski household…a year of unimaginable changes. As most of you know, in September of 2005 (just 5 days after the fishing picture below was taken) Matt suffered a brain hemorrhage…sending us down an amazing path that we could never have prepared ourselves for. The details of which have been chronicled on our blog:

I won’t add much more about that, but to say that we have been faced with insurmountable challenges…and we have survived. As we approach the holiday season, we can’t help but stop and think about all that we have to be thankful for…so this Christmas letter is simply going to be a list of things we give thanks for this year:

• The beautiful, beautiful love and support of our families
• The amazing strength and resilience of the human spirit
• The unbreakable bond of true commitment
• Faithful friends
• The amazing congregation at Westover Baptist Church
• The warmth of a summer’s evening
• Freedom
• The chance to seek God in our daily struggles
• The generosity of others
• The enduring beauty of the earth around us
• God’s infinite grace and presence in our daily lives
• The hope and endless possibility that each day brings
• True love, the depths of which cannot be expressed or explained
• Laughter, even in the midst of tragedy
• My job
• The cozy little house we have made a home
• The opportunity to love and be loved
• The security in knowing we will be taken care of

Most of all, we are continually thankful for each other. Through the darkest of days, we cling to each other for strength...and take comfort in our unwavering devotion to one another. God knew what he was doing when he brought us together so many years ago…and for that chance meeting one cool fall evening…we are eternally thankful.

May you also be blessed this Christmas season ~

Matt & Emily


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