Living a life of peace. Holding and serving. The days turn to weeks. I watched him dancing person to person, landing just long enough to evoke a smile, long enough to allow Creator in.
Days to weeks, to years, to a lifetime. Now it is his turn to hurt. Cancer, pain, depression. Why? Why do the ones who stand tall and walk a truly “good” life have to find completion of this life with illness and pain?
This man lies in a hospital bed with a cancer in his bones, giving thanks for the prayers, the life he’s lived, his family and friends. He marries his sweetheart.
When good people hurt, my soul aches for them. The tears fill my eyes in the middle of the day.
Please pray for Brad Archote of Arkansas.