My heart breaks for the mother. And the father. And the brother who have lost their son and brother...and their son and brother...and their son and brother.
It seems unspeakable--unbelievable--that a mother can bear four sons. And rear four sons. And lose three sons while they're young.
And how, as a brother, can you watch one brother die. And then another. Then feel some sense of a new normal when the other is suddenly ripped from life. How do you then, as the remaining brother, rejoice? Rejoice knowing that the three are forever gone from earth, yet are celebrating, and laughing, and dancing with God? How do you eat, and sleep, and breathe? Does life feel like death is coming for you next?
For this mother, and father, and brother Lord, grant the next breath...and the next breath. The next step...and the next step. The next heart beat and mending. As the heart beats, may grace palpitate through their soul.
Heart beat. Breath. Grace. Step.
Heart beat. Breath. Grace. Step.
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My prayers are with the Phillips family who have lost far more than anybody should ever have to bear.