Gratitude to the End

“Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Jesus.” The whispered phrase, repeated like a Gregorian chant as John leaned back against the bathroom wall submitting to my husband’s lifting of one foot, then the other. The immediate goal, get him into a clean pair of pajamas and prevent him from collapsing on the floor. We would have done anything to keep him alive. John Fawcett served as the worship leader of our church. His abundant gifting in music, prayer, … Continue reading Gratitude to the End