Grief has wrapped its tight and unrelenting arms around my family today. My sister's husband, father of her four children, died early this morning. There's everything and nothing to say, a lifetime of regrets and failed hopes and echoing cries swelling in our family, with only one word resounding in my head: grief. It's mountainous and persistent, uncomfortable and unavoidable.
I'm grateful that my sister will be okay and that Jesus' arms are around them in this time. Please lift them up in prayer, if you think of her and the burdens she must bear. Also, his mother has lost her only child when he died. Please remember her as well.