At the age of 25 I have experienced a lot of death, some bad but most good. When my Nan died it was the first time in my like I have felt faith. My nan was sure that Jesus was coming to get her! My grandad had died 3 years prior. When my nan took her last breath surrounded by her family, it felt as if my grandad had come into the room, took my nan by her hand and walked out together from the home they spent 50 years in. If that doesn’t feed you with faith I dont know what will
