There is a group of men that I have come to know as family. I find myself rediscovering how much I love people that care. The care I am trying to describe starts with the simple courtesies and respect we crave in our day to day existence. It is all the little things that make life easier – holding a door open, asking about the issues in life that lingered in the memory after our last conversation, and a willingness to sit in silence when that is exactly what the other needs – and yet it is more.
“Are you planning to join us on the trip?”
“I am not sure I am going to be able to make it.”
His voice and body language expressed a combination of understanding and sadness. I felt wanted, part of something far bigger than myself. As I struggle to understand my reactions and emotions, I realized only one word fit, family.
As I think of my growing confidence in the immediate family, I see a growing awareness within me of what each is willing to do.
Each will stand with and for me. In good times and bad, in storms as well as celebrations, I know I will have someone with me. It is as if they have heard the call embedded in the psalmist’s promise; “The Lord stands true at your side, crushing kings in his terrible wrath,” (Psalm 110.05)
Each will be engaged in my life in a way that I never expected. I have come to appreciate that my life is going to be far more open to others than it normally is. With a hug, sincere inquiries, and a listening ear, I have willingly shared and discussed heart issues. I did not expect the candor and openness, from either party! Their wisdom is gifted freely and I am richer for it.
Each will watch out for me. Aware of my blind spots, I treasure their willingness to share what I cannot otherwise see.
In times of stress, uncertainty, or difficulties, one or more is always with me.
