I am tempted to feel sorry for myself when I am homesick. Around the holidays this feeling only intensifies. But this morning, as I was considering my present situation, I was reminded how blessed I am to have a family and a home that I actually miss and wish I could go back to.
Not everyone is so blessed. I know many people who come from broken homes or challenging family circumstances. In such cases, going home for the holidays brings a sense of dissappoint or anxiety, rather than peace and comfort. Still others have no home or family to spend Christmas with at all.
As I consider a world where it is getting harder and harder to find healthy, happy and whole families, I begin to realize what a privilege and a blessing it is to be a part of the family that God has given me. I have been given the incredible gift of being raised by parents who love and fear God. What an honor!
Mom, Dad, Bekah, Adam, Rachel, Lydia, Abi... I am thankful for you! So glad that God allowed me to be a part of your lives and you to be a part of mine!Labels: family, reflections