Death and strife and trouble and the whirlwind of modern life can shape a family system. It can warp it, wound it, cripple it, or even cause it to implode and die.
My dad's family system has seen it all. We live all over the (mostly Texan) map, we're busy, we're all imperfect, and we've buried two of our most beloved patriarchs- dad and his dad.
But even so, we've let Grace shape us into a circle of voices, mostly singing with a heaping of laughter and gab, but mostly singing. A reunion has happened for several years in a row now and while we're still imperfect, we're together, in a circle- singing- despite death and strife and trouble and demanding schedules.
And that, my friends, is a special and holy gift indeed. A bit of a miracle if you ask me.
|aunt Robin killing it with "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air"|
|this was right before he fell off the back of the couch and ended up with 4 staples to his scalp (#ashcrash2015)|
|Jennifer came up with a family trivia game- impressive and hilarious|
|my dad's brother and sister- love them both to pieces and so grateful for them both|
|this is not posed|
|and a hymn sing- of course|
|Jack Chaney bringing the Word on Sunday morning|
|our matriarch, Anita Dent singing with us|
I'm grateful for the shape we've taken and I hope the experience is more than a scar to the back of the head, but a love deep and sacred, seared into the hearts of my children, a way to know the love and grace of God.
Love you, my people!