family

This past weekend was a reconnect with my New York family weekend. Over a period of 3 days, I was able to talk to 3 people I hadn't spoken to for at least 3 years. I talked with a sister, an uncle and a mother.

My sister - as loving & corny as ever. Listening to her talk I could feel the hug that was entirely unique to her.

My uncle - a fireball, and unflinching in speaking words that bring life rather than those that appease the ears.

My mother - knew when something was wrong, even though she had no idea where I was, what was going on or even how to reach me. For over 6 months she has prayed that I would call her.

An amazing woman full of grace & mercy and for those with the eyes to see, an unrelenting warrior. She is familiar with darkness, and the remarkable transformation that comes by chosing to walk and fight through the storms. There is no such thing as impossible or hopeless to her, for she has met them face to face many times and they never had the last word.

To end the weekend encouraged was inevitable. This is the home where I first learned how to walk in a season of darkness, how to see that things are not always what they seem, and how to fight even when it made more sense to give up.

So I continue to walk, seek, and hope for that which was promised years ago, for into my heart which has come undone was breathed a breath of life.