Pressing On

It has been really hard to get back to my responsibilities since the death of my brother. I have spent the last week mourning, being angry at everyone from my brother that passed away, to my brother who lived with him, to his doctor, to my mother and father, at the world for not stopping. Praise God I haven't tarried long in any of those places. So each day is pressing on, knowing that death is not the end, but with lingering saddness because I miss my big brother and I'm not sure where he is today. There have been some reports from believing familiy members that my brother, his name is Richard by the way, had been turning his heart toward God's call. I find comfort in that. But, ultimately my greatest comfort has come from God's words, His Spirit, and his people.

Now, to steal a line (somewhat) from one of my favorite bloggers - Go Kiss Your Siblings :-)