Lessons from the Memorial

I’m blogging over at Quid Pro Quills today about lessons I learned at my brother’s memorial service. Here’s an excerpt:

Two weeks ago I blogged about how God had taken me deeper in my faith than He ever had before. I had no idea how much deeper I had still to go.

My family and I were in Cancun. We never would’ve gone, except the news about my little brother had been good for days. The doctors had gone from saying, “He’s not out of the woods yet,” and “He’s a very sick man,” to, “He has a long road ahead.” A road meant recovery. A road meant a future. We could handle a road. So my family and I boarded a plane to Mexico on Saturday, assuring my sister-in-law we’d go to Dallas to visit him when we returned home. But just two days later, the news was bleak.

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