This has been a crazy
week but in the midst of all of that God has (of course) been faithful.
I guess we can all say that we have dysfunctional families. One thing I have learned is that family will keep you on your knees.
Three years ago, my mother was called home to be with the Lord. It's amazing the things you never forget. I remember seeing her on the day she passed. She had called me twice that day. I went to see her and she was fine. I remember driving away from her house as she stood on the steps waving goodbye to me and my grandson Nicholas. There was something surreal about that moment. At the time I didn't know what it was but now, of course, I realize it was the last time that I would see her alive.
Even today when I think about it, I wish I would have stayed longer or done things a little differently that day. My mother was definitely a realistic she saw things for the way they are and she pulled no punches - one of those wise southern Kentucky women. She always said that when she was gone, the family would fall apart. She never made a truer statement.
My heart aches and hurts for the people in my family that are so judgmental and so hateful and these are people in the Body of Christ. How can we say that we love God but yet, we hate our own bothers and sisters? Something just does not add up. Sometimes I just sit back and envision God shaking His head at some of things we do and say and then profess that we know Him and are living for Him. It's no wonder we have such a hard time with people in the world, they see no Jesus in those that are supposed to know Him and live for Him.
I thank God that I am a member of Christ's body and a partaker of His promise. Ephesians 3:6; 5:30.