24 Oct My Bro
I’m reposting (with a few edits) something I wrote on this blog in 2007 about my big brother (below). I just spent a fabulous (beyond fabulous) weekend with eight of my best girl friends; now that I’m home, I’m feeling a bit emotionally mushy. Vacation recovery is a hard thing! As I analyze my current friendships, recent growth, and stable mental health of late, I can’t help but remember where I’ve been, which is why I share. Be encouraged you who may be suffering – holding onto a God you can’t understand is a hard thing to do. But the freedom and peace that comes from taking that small but mighty step is worth it.
|This picture of Jeff and my dad skipping rocks was in the newspaper in 1968 or so.|