Broken Hearts

I stood by my brother's hospital bed. He's had a rough run of it. Tough things have happened. 20 years ago, I wouldn't have had the tears I have today, 'cause I was as tough as he was.

But today?

I remember that he's God's kid--the little kid that laughed at stupid jokes, the little kid open to new ideas, new experiences, new friends. And some place doors closed, pathways ended and he wasn't that kid anymore. But I know he's still God's kid. Made with God's hands, God's imagination, God's creativity. And once more a look again, searching for my father--the one who's faithful, not the one who failed.