|Lake Michigan with my four beauties.|
I walked as quickly as I could, tears spilling down my face into the bathroom in my church, with the echo of those beautiful words, "I will rise, on eagles wings, no more sorrow, no more pain, I will rise," reverberating in my heart that spilled out in sobs.
|My parents and sister Leah |
I spent three weeks in the United States and am so thankful for the time I was with my family as they reflected on the remarkable life of my brother, Josh Watkin. There was more laughter than tears, as I think he would have wanted it.
I heard this song my last Sunday at church, two days before I boarded the plane to come back to Nigeria. I'm not sure, but I think what moved me so deeply that Sunday morning, was imaging my brother rising, and me joining him someday. And then comes the final, triumphant lyrics at the end,
Worthy is the Lamb
And I hear the cry of every longing heart
Worthy is the Lamb."
|My dad with my nephew and my brother's chainsaw at the family visitation. |