In April of 2011, my beloved older brother died unexpectedly and tragically.
In my darkest hour of grief, I stepped outside into a heavy thunderstorm and pouring rain, feeling utterly alone, not caring if I was struck by lightning. The storm of pain inside me matched the raging storm outside.
In those first months, it seemed that the well of tears would never stop. Gradually, however, I realized that my soul was being washed clean by the waters of forgiveness.
Slowly the storm clouds became less intense and my chest opened up, inhaling the fresh clean air and...
In April of 2011, my beloved older brother died unexpectedly and tragically.
In my darkest hour of grief, I stepped outside into a heavy th...
