I read the story of Lazarus to my kids the other night. I guess I haven't read it since David (my brother) died. I could barely get through it.
I thought of how Jesus wept with Lazarus' sisters, Mary and Martha before he brought him back from the dead.
I pictured him cradling me as I learned of my younger brother's untimely passing. How he must have wept with me also.
I am so thankful for a loving Heavenly Father who sent His son to redeem the dead. To mourn with those who mourn. I am thankful to my Savior who made it possible to get through such a black period of time.
And how wonderful a blessing my baby, David was. He came at a time when our family needed fresh hope.
I feel as though I need to close this in the name of my Savior, Jesus Christ, Amen.