When I was a little girl, I didn't ever cut out magazine pictures of my future wedding dress. I didn't draw yellow houses with picket fences picturing my adult self living in them. I didn't have a clue what kind of man I wanted to share my life with or if I'd have one. To me those were luxuries. Luxuries not affordable to me. Most of the time I felt like I didn't belong....... anywhere. I didn't fit the picture of a typical family. I didn't have a relationship with my biological father most of my childhood. I don't have one now.
But one thing I did know was that I wanted my own family. I wanted to be married in a church. I wanted a husband who was devoted to me and his children. I wanted a family centered in a Christ. I wanted to celebrate my 50th Anniversary someday. I wanted lots of children!!!
I did have a wedding...... a lovely wedding!
It was difficult to navigate but I have the pictures to prove it!! It happened in a church by my own faith that I have embraced for the past 21 years. The man waiting for me at the alter had his eyes and his heart completely focused on me. My eyes were locked on his from the moment I stepped in the aisle.
Having all the children we wanted didn't come as easily as I thought they would, but they came in unimaginable ways, wrapped up in miracles. Our family is centered on our beloved Lord. I have a home that is more beautiful than any torn out pages of a magazine (at least to me). It's not yellow. It doesn't have a white picket fence. It's not perfect. But it's more than a house. It's our home. I would be blessed if I lived here until my last breath.
But I know that the beauty of this family, that I now belong to, is that where ever we are or wherever we go.....
I am home.
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