Its always been important to me, family. But not like it has been as I've grown older, what I mean is that the importance of family isn't less because of a career or busy schedule or things of that nature, but when you've attended a funeral, it all hits you.
As I attended a funeral of someone so special to my dad, I realized and continue to realize more and more how precious life is, how precious my cousins are, how precious my aunts ans uncles are. I realize my younger years of growing up, my playful years, the years that were just a part of the fleeting care-free hours of being under mom and dad's wing. I realize when I look at the wives of my uncles or the husbands of my aunts -that they are more beautiful and precious than when I was so much younger. Life means more to me now, but I'm at the beginning of my mid years, right at the threshold -so now, I've got to make each day count, got to make each week count, got to value myself more than my many mistakes, must embrace God and the truth of his word more than ever. These are the precious years.
My mother is so beautiful, she's wise and loves my dad. My dad is so awesome to me, and he loves my mother more than ever. I see the cousins that come to me on the church grounds, hold out their arms to embrace me, extend a hand to shake mine and with a firm shake hug me at the same time. I see the smiles, the love in their smiles, I give mine back, we laugh together, our hearts bond even more although I know when we leave the grounds, we will probably not see each other much due to our various jobs, professions and daily cares of life. I don't want to think of that too much, but I can't help it because I'm in the moment. The entire family has lost another one, older, wiser, left on a trip to meet the Lord. Must be so awesome, makes me want to really know the Lord more than I do in this life, change even more, understand my purpose, be protected and guided by him.
Nevertheless I was left here, to share with my own. To share with my cousins and loved ones, the ones who still love me, the ones who still care for me because they grew up around me as youth also. All of us watching our parents, mix of aunts, uncles and grand parents laugh around us, at family reunions, with troubles, without troubles, with prodigal daughters and sons returning home to the reunion...guess that's why it's called a reunion. Watching love rekindle, watching love recommit itself among family members -on dad's side of the family in particular. It's been so wonderful, although none of us have had much monetarily I always watched the abundance of love flourish around us. There were cousins I didn't see, but I remember...I remember when we were kids. I loved them then and I still love them now, no matter what they've been through. I still have to show up, even with my own troubles, yet family means so much. I realize this more and more, and I'm glad I realize.
As I attended a funeral of someone so special to my dad, I realized and continue to realize more and more how precious life is, how precious my cousins are, how precious my aunts ans uncles are. I realize my younger years of growing up, my playful years, the years that were just a part of the fleeting care-free hours of being under mom and dad's wing. I realize when I look at the wives of my uncles or the husbands of my aunts -that they are more beautiful and precious than when I was so much younger. Life means more to me now, but I'm at the beginning of my mid years, right at the threshold -so now, I've got to make each day count, got to make each week count, got to value myself more than my many mistakes, must embrace God and the truth of his word more than ever. These are the precious years.
My mother is so beautiful, she's wise and loves my dad. My dad is so awesome to me, and he loves my mother more than ever. I see the cousins that come to me on the church grounds, hold out their arms to embrace me, extend a hand to shake mine and with a firm shake hug me at the same time. I see the smiles, the love in their smiles, I give mine back, we laugh together, our hearts bond even more although I know when we leave the grounds, we will probably not see each other much due to our various jobs, professions and daily cares of life. I don't want to think of that too much, but I can't help it because I'm in the moment. The entire family has lost another one, older, wiser, left on a trip to meet the Lord. Must be so awesome, makes me want to really know the Lord more than I do in this life, change even more, understand my purpose, be protected and guided by him.
Nevertheless I was left here, to share with my own. To share with my cousins and loved ones, the ones who still love me, the ones who still care for me because they grew up around me as youth also. All of us watching our parents, mix of aunts, uncles and grand parents laugh around us, at family reunions, with troubles, without troubles, with prodigal daughters and sons returning home to the reunion...guess that's why it's called a reunion. Watching love rekindle, watching love recommit itself among family members -on dad's side of the family in particular. It's been so wonderful, although none of us have had much monetarily I always watched the abundance of love flourish around us. There were cousins I didn't see, but I remember...I remember when we were kids. I loved them then and I still love them now, no matter what they've been through. I still have to show up, even with my own troubles, yet family means so much. I realize this more and more, and I'm glad I realize.
