Lessons Learned…
Family
Jack’s
father never showed up to introduce himself. Jack’s mother was killed by a
drunk driver when Jack was four. Jack was an only child. But Jack was not alone
because Gramma moved in with her suitcase full of love and filled their home,
their upstairs flat, with optimism and joy. Although their pile of worldly
treasure could have been contained in a child’s shoebox, their heart-treasure
was an ever-overflowing cup. Strong. Confident. Proud. Family. There is no
perfect number for a family. There is no perfect family. But love is perfect,
and my first graders in Jack’s class informed me of that. A family is a circle
of love where your hand is held, your face will be kissed, where your dreams
can safely swirl, and where, wrapped up in a hug, you can freely spill your
tears unjudged upon a Corinthian thirteen shoulder. The need to be loved, to be
heard, to be seen, to belong is desperately, life-changingly great and demands
a free gift of the heart which is in the full possession of each of us. Nothing
fancy. Just something selfless. Within the circle of a family, between the
interlaced fingers, flow the faithful , endless prayers of each one for each
other. The bonds of love are infinitely
strong across the miles, across the years, and provide deep connection and
peace that fully transcend our foibles, imperfections, and errors. We love. In
family reunion we draw together in a strong circle to remember the joy, the
peace, the strength, the promise, the uniqueness, the comfort, the hope, the
blessing, the perfect love that is family.
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