family

This post is pretty scattered but covers more of our visit with mom's family. Hope you enjoy...The story goes that my mom wouldn't go on a date with a guy unless he was willing for her 11-years-younger little sister to come along too. To this day, when they get on the phone together my momma who has lived in the south for more of her life than not, slips right back into her western lilt.Sharing our time together in New Mexico was a gift for the soul. Sleeping in and playing around the house in pajamas all day long...because we could. And there was no one to impress. Sharing talents, stories and inside jokes, laughing at movie quotes. Catching up on memories made that we'd missed. Giggling together at little things.Receiving heartbreaking news, we were able to stop instantly and pray together. Interceding with one heart across the generations. Encouraging each other in Truth, reminding of the Lord's faithfulness in the past and taking courage for the future...for ourselves and those we love.Repeatedly I was overwhelmed with the Lord's faithfulness through my mom's family, even in the brokenness. Anger dispelled. Hearts open. Lives lived full. Marriages unified. Children loved. Excellence upheld. Truly a miracle.The only common thread, one of anger turned joy. Perfectionism turned grace. Tragedy turned providence. The story of one life impacting us all. I can't help but think Granddad is in the great cloud of witnesses watching us now. Cheering us on in our journey of faith.Uncanny similarities cropped up continually both with our Texas and New Mexico cousins. Inside jokes that would have lost their humor on anyone else were instantly caught...without explanation. We quoted the same movies and comedians. Giggled at the same things. And all of this, without having grown up together or even having spent much time together.But now, we plan to change that time being spent together thing. 6.5+ years won't go by again!