Thursday, February 2, 2012
The Beauty of Family
In my days of childhood, there were many frightening moments for me. As the oldest child of parents that struggled to exist, I often wondered if there would be a tomorrow for any of my closest relatives, including me.
As I developed into a young woman, married and had children of my own, I looked back over the years of my youth, reflecting on the edge of survival that many of those around me lived on every day.
Now, in my mid-50s, I realize more than ever, that no matter what transpired in my own days of childhood, there is an indelible impression that my family has left on me.
The impression is one of remembrance, of moments where I ventured through many valleys and a few mountaintops that have changed who I am now.
My family has helped me paint a picture of life. God has used them to shape me. For this, I am humbly grateful.
Regardless of any hurts of the past, they are still my family, and I can look at them and see beauty.
How do you view your family?