Typically this blog is mostly about those cute little "Gross boys" and not so much about me, because let's face it, telling stories about toddlers is much more interesting than telling stories about their mom. :) Today though, I'm going to steal the stage for just a minute. Just long enough to ask you to pray. Today marks three years from the day that my younger brother Joe died. He was only 18. He was on his way home from college (Grace College, my alma mater) for the first time when he was killed in a car accident. There are days when I still feel like it can't be true. Like maybe he just decided to stay out in Winona Lake and not visit much/at all, but the reality is that he is in a place far better than Winona Lake. He had a very real relationship with my Lord and Savior and I know that he is with Him in a place where there is no more sorrow and there are no more tears. For now, I can't say that there is no sorrow or no tears here, but I'm trying to find the balance in remembering the truth and feeling my grief--even Jesus wept. If you're interested, I've linked a couple of old blogs related to Joe's death. Please keep my family and Joe's friends in your prayers today. Thanks so much.
one week after/what I shared at the memorial and some pics
some first thoughts on grief
sneaky grief blog
Reflecting on my birthday the year Joe died
The one year anniversary blog