There is one thing that takes my breath away. Maybe there are others, but this thing takes my breath away in a way that is different than anything I have ever experienced. When I found out my brother went home to be with the Lord, I felt like I had trouble breathing for months. I learned later that is a normal part of grieving. My brother is constantly in my thoughts. Constantly. He is often in my dreams. There are times I think, “he’s gone” and it takes my breath away. God is faithful to heal. Don’t get me wrong. God IS faithful. It doesn’t mean you don’t miss the one you love.
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