I believe that every life is a story and it's a story fully known to God. This is my life in the middle, living in the trenches of the messy and the beautiful, life in the in-betweens as a pilgrim on earth, on my way home.
Truth is - things won't always be the way they are right now. It is a fact of time, future, and history is to see the big picture to know if I'm headed in the right direction, to believe good things might be on the horizon. But I don't always have the luxury of knowing as big of a picture as I would like to know. So, I'm making peace with just seeing the medium picture.
The scars in my soul and the laugh lines in my face are evidence of a life lived looking forward while looking back not in regret but in gratitude for the hands that held me tight.
And through all my journeys, one thing remains constant - my family. For the most part, it's my biological family. But for each season, I am blessed to have other human beings I can call family. Here's my story with them...
"While Jesus was still talking to the crowd, his mother and brothers stood outside, wanting to speak to him. Someone told him, “Your mother and brothers are standing outside, wanting to speak to you.” He replied to him, “Who is my mother, and who are my brothers?” Pointing to his disciples, he said, “Here are my mother and my brothers. For whoever does the will of my Father in heaven is my brother and sister and mother.” Matthew 12:46-50