May 11, 1998 eleven years ago a tragedy hit my family killing my younger brother Lloyd. Last night I dreamed about him. I saw his young face smiling back at me – bringing up once again the pain that was buried deep in my heart. They said time heals all wound but each time I remember that fateful day the wound in my heart breaks anew. Death - an enemy that no one can defeat. Death can snatch away our loved ones or even ourselves in the blinking of an eye. We cannot fight against death by ourselves but the good news is Jesus fought death and he already won and one day will put an end to death and give those who believes in Him eternal life. It would be a great reunion for families separated by death to see each other again when Jesus comes - I am looking forward to that day. Until then, I will be missing my brother and allow father time to heal my wound.
