“Death is swallowed up in victory.
O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?”
– 1 Corinthians 15:54b-55

I cried on Easter Sunday. More than once.

There is no doubt Resurrection Day is a powerful day. The most important day. And it being that day probably pushed my emotions to the top. This can be expected.

The morning service prepared me for what came next. It prepared me to cry.

Hard tears.

Heavy tears.

Tears of sadness.

Tears of pure joy.

My friend’s daughter was called to Jesus Sunday morning.

While I was in church singing of the power of the cross, of the amazing resurrection, sweet and beautiful Tori was dancing with Jesus.

My own faith has been challenged and strengthened by the faith shown by Lesa and Brennan Brackbill.

Lesa and Brennan knew their beautiful Tori would someday die. They also knew that someday she would be healed.

Many people prayed for Tori. Thousands and thousands of prayers.

Prayers for peace. Prayers for good days. Prayers for miraculous healing.

Healing was guaranteed. God would heal sweet Tori. Here on earth, or in heaven.

It was a guarantee.

It is now a fact.

Sunday morning at 9:05 A.M. Eastern time, Tori met Jesus.

I could go on and on about the journey traveled by Tori and her family, but I’ll send you to her page instead. Lesa and Brennan have written so beautifully. Their words have strengthened my faith. My faith is stronger because of their example. Take the time to read and learn about Tori. Learn how she impacts thousands of people even today.

Here’s a link to the their page: The Brackbills

Pick a post. Any one. You’ll quickly understand.