Life Update: The Hand that Wounds is the Same Hand that Restores
In October of 2020, eight months after Mo’ died, I officially began a relationship with Mumbi. I knew her from my time as a pastor at Mamlaka Hill Chapel. She’s never been married before.
We are both as surprised as you might be at this turn of events because neither of us expected it. I wasn’t looking to date at that time, and there wasn’t any pressure in my personal and family life that was bearing upon me to move in that direction.
Guest Post: Suffering Well Through the Death of a Loved One
After what seemed like an eternity of rigorous attempts to save her, the team of doctors, in a synchronized fashion, stopped and slowly stepped away from the bed. The head surgeon approached me and muttered the words “I am so sorry…” I can’t remember what he said after that. They called her time of death. My wife of seven years and mother of my four young children had just crossed the threshold from time to eternity.
Guest Post: The Waves of Grief
“He did not make it.” These are the last words that I recall from that “meeting” at home on the afternoon of 16th February 2020. Something about that Sunday and having many people over had not felt right and it had suddenly become crushingly clear why. Unbeknownst to us, up until much later in the day, was the death of my elder brother in a road accident that morning. Four days after his 28th birthday!