Three months ago, I never would
have thought that I would be sitting beside my brother’s grave writing this. I
remember vividly the day we buried him – the way the sun glinted off his
metallic coffin. The tight feeling in my chest. The dull thud of that first
shovelful of dirt.
As I sit,
gazing at the mound of dirt trimmed with stones, I feel a familiar ache. Yet
another reality I have to face. Josh is gone, and I will never see him again. Burning tears fill my eyes.It’s not that I haven’t accepted the fact that he’s gone; I have. It’s just when I really think about it…the fact that I will never see him again on this earth…that’s when the pain hits hard.
But God’s grace has sustained me. I have been through some very dark times since May 5th, but God has always been faithful to pull me out. If it wasn’t for Him, I would have despaired long ago.
The goodness of the Lord
In the land of the living.
Wait for the Lord;
Be strong and let your heart take courage;
Yes, wait for the Lord.
~Ps.
27:13-14
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