Today is my older brother Wayne's birthday. He died at the age of 23 after living with Leukemia for 10 years. I think about him a lot at this time of year - not with sadness, but with sweetness and reverence. His illness shaped our family in so many ways. It made us closer to each and taught us to depend on God for his peace and strength and to wait on his plan for our future. We couldn't have done it any other way.
It was an honor knowing my brother. He grew in godliness throughout his illness and became an inspiration for those who came in contact with him. But I like to remember his as the orny big brother he was before he got sick - Wayne the Pain, we called him. Thank you, God, for his life.
