Brothers...
Thinking today about the comment someone made when they learned I was pregnant with no. 6...
"Well, your youngest will never know your oldest."
That fear settling in and waiting for what would happen. Grieving the idea that my sons wouldn't be close.
And then many weeks after the oldest left for college and the 14 month old baby seeing him in public after that long stretch and leaping for his arms and burying his head in his chest ~ his brother. Others around who knew the story gasping that this little babe knew his brother.
The fear fleeing my heart and knowing that Spirit is thicker than blood.
Risking His will above our own...it's the stuff of stories and lives worth telling.
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