Once upon a time, every little girl dreamt of what her future family would look like. From baby dolls to Barbie dolls; from pretend kitchens to playing dress up in mommy’s highest heel shoes, little girls dreamt.
Family was our future.
As we chanted jumping rope and made up handshake rhymes, we dreamt. Who will I marry? How many children? Where will I live and what job will I work?
The begging question – the insatiable, exciting, provocative mystery – was always the same: “Who will my future family turn out to be? What will my grown-up, I-can-fit-in-those-high-heel-shoes-now, life look like?
Family was our best hope; our brightest dream.
Somehow, seemingly overnight, those dreams became reality and we realized not only who that family was, but who we really are through them.
Family became reality. Family revealed our strengths, our weaknesses, our best, and our worst.
We figured out quickly why no one tells you that life costs more than honest work pays and that your children aren’t going to be the people you ever imagined they’d be. We wonder why no one warned us of what “in sickness and in health” really means in regards to extended family members. We forge through the floods of adversity as we try to skip through the forests of unfamiliarity.
Family was difficult, messy, and, sometimes, disappointing.
And you’ve no choice but to grow. There’s no out. The sole solution is maturity.
Family changed us.
One day that little girl looks back over her sore, shrugged shoulder and she smiles. For all her materialized hopes and dreams; for all her surprising realities; for all her growing pains and all the pruning hook’s produce, she thankfully imbibes.
Family is life.
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows,
is God in his holy dwelling.
6 God sets the lonely in families,
he leads forth the prisoners with singing;
but the rebellious live in a sun-scorched land.~Psalm 68:5-6
Finding her future family wasn’t about youthful fantasies coming to fruition after all; finding her future family was about figuring out that her Faithful Father has fruit for her to bear. And you can bet your bottom Barbie that he’ll do it through his family of faith.
Family is our future. Family is our best hope; our brightest dream. It’s difficult, messy, and, sometimes, disappointing, but family is reality; it changes us and makes us grow. Having a real family gives us the life a fictional family denies us. So what’s your married name? Mine’s Christian.
But he answered them, “My mother and my brothers are those who hear the word of God and do it.” ~Luke 8:21