These kids. I mean adults....this picture makes me cry. Bucketsof tears. I feel so full of love and more love for these people.
I didn’t birth any of them. I’ve know two of them for almost 20 years, one for 12 years and one for 5 short years.
I don’t live with them, or even see them often.
Yet they are Mine. They are my people. It's no accident that in this photo they are holding me up. They do that - these people that are mine.
Someone told me a few years ago that I could never love Matt and Ashlee they way a biological parent loves their child. She is a stupid woman with a narrow view of God. (Apparently I still have work to do on the “forgiving her” category....). I would walk in front of a bus for any of them - and there is nothing they could do that would make me stop loving them. That sounds like “biological” love to me!
If I had birthed these people myself, I could not be prouder of who they are and what they are building. Families and ministries and legacies.
For those who are looking ahead and mourning the launching of children - grown and flown doesn’t mean gone. They will always be yours in heart.
A heart that is overwhelmed with love for these people - these people that are mine.
