My brother Kimball usually got roped into singing with me. We sang at many a devotional. I'm sure the seminary teachers were tired of us singing for our friend's devotionals. Afterall, we had only a small repertoire to choose from.
One time, for a stake talent show, we sang a song about prayers being answered (it also became a devotional "hit"). It became one of my favorite songs.
Lately, this song has come into my mind so often. In my mind, I can hear Kimball singing his part, and I'm reminded of the power of prayer. Sometimes, I can't help but rely on prayer and trust that Heavenly Father knows what He is doing and that His timing is perfect.
There have been so many times that I have longed to talk to Kimball--to get his advice, to laugh at his sense of humor, and to have my stresses lightened because he has confidence in me. It's at these times, I wonder why he was taken at such a young age. I hate that he's not here to raise his sweet daughter, but I know, that God knows exactly why. His plan is perfect. I've come to know these things through the power of prayer.
I am so grateful for my singing buddy. I'm grateful that for as long as he lived, we were friends. I'm thankful he had a part in my life, and it wasn't just saving me from solos. He set such a great example to me.
Today, he would have been 39. In my best singing voice, I would have happily sung a cheesy rendition of "Happy Birthday to You".