When my brother Ken died of cancer at age 30, I thought I too had died. Never had I known such deep sorrow. It shook me to the core of my being and my belief. I wanted to be the one affected, not him! It was a defining moment in my life.
Through it I learned so much.
- to be grateful for everyday because we are not promised tomorrow.
- to give lots of hugs and kisses and tell as many people as possible that I really do love them. It is what they will remember the most.
- to know that my God is always in control and that not even cancer can catch Him off guard.
- the peace of Christ can cover me no matter how deep the hurt.
I look forward to celebrating with Ken again one day. I look forward to fishing with him and telling him about the few years he missed out on. I look foward to singing with him. He was a talented singer and musician!
If we let it, pain can be God's megaphone into our lives.
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