Her Faith Pulled Her Through Series of Losses
Posted on October 2, 2011 - by Mary Elizabeth Robinson
It’s been eleven years since I stood next to my dying brother’s bed and stroked his hair, trying to give him comfort in his time of need. He and I were both certain the end was creeping in just as day turns into evening. We knew it, but never spoke of it. I was standing there in another moment of a flood of emotions. I, of course was feeling miserable, as this was the very last time I would ever see my brother alive. The last time I would talk to him or hold his hand. Yet my inner strength […]
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