God has blessed me with a family.
He told me I would learn how to walk in family, and then instead of leaving me to go and walk a journey with a roommate that I didn't know, He put me in a family. I come home to a warm light from the window and the smell of dinner on the stove. As I sit in the living room, the fire crackles softly and the radio hums low. I am safe here, I realize. I have a bed that is my own. Coffee in the morning and a little girl to read to and giggle with as I do my homework. Food in my belly and picture on my wall. Prayer drifting through rooms and the Word lying on the coffee table in the living room, open to Acts.
Oh, the things that I have taken for granted as I roamed, the things that I longed for in the night as I went to sleep! I thought they would not come near me for some time. But here they are, surrounding me and laughing at the timeliness of it all.
You knew they were in my heart all along, Father.
I am overcome with the weight of family. I pray you are as well, wherever you are.
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