Watching someone you love battle a long illness is so hard. And saying goodbye is even harder. My brother Chris had been fighting cancer, and I know so many of you have prayed for him. Thank you for that.
A few weeks ago, he was in the hospital with complications, and I flew to St. Louis to be with him. I went with one goal: to talk to him about Jesus. I knew he believed Jesus existed, but I didn’t know where his heart really stood. I felt such urgency going in... but when I got there, it was like hitting a wall. Not from Chris, but from the Lord. It just felt like a gentle “not now.” And I left feeling confused and disappointed.
But when I got back, I got a message from one of Chris’s friends. He told me he had talked to Chris about Jesus – and that Chris had prayed to accept Him. I just sat there and cried. God made a way.
I was there when Chris took his last breath. A song about heaven played as we held his hands. And I know – I really know – I’ll see my brother again one day. What a gift.