Precious Memories

This morning as the sun rose in beautiful colors of yellow, orange, pink and crimson I felt great comfort, and warmth from its beauty. I thanked God for this miracle and for the chance to be a part of it. I was reminded of God’s promise and reassurance.

Today I will remember that fateful day three years ago when we lost my younger brother, Curt, to his battle with cancer. Curt was loved by all who knew him. He was the most humble and gracious person I’ve ever known. It was only through his death that I learned the depth of his grace.


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