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Another Reason To Love My Family

Yesterday, as I stood in a pew with my sister’s arm around my waist, my younger brother walked over and said, “You look sad or down.”
“Yes,” I replied, “A bit.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Because sometimes I am insecure and anxious.”
“Well, you’re beautiful. And you’re a strong, independent woman.”
Tears were too close for comfort, so I started to softly sing, “All you women, who independent, throw your hands up at me!*”
“Am I allowed to sing that in here?” I continued, “What if I do this?” I raised my arms and swiveled my hips a little, repeating the chorus again.
“Scandal!” he replied, “Not in a church!” and my sister grabbed my arm.
“Shhhh!”
We all laughed. Then I sang it again.

Later, my other brother and his wife came over. My nephew crawled under the pews and tickled my toes like he was a churchmouse. My niece giggled and squeezed me and kissed me with her still-snotty face, and I didn't mind at all. Then they included me in a "family hug" and I was squished from all sides by laughing faces.

I am loved. And I love in return. And that is how it should be.



*this: in case you need a dose of Destiny's Child or Charlie's Angels today:

Comments

  1. Thanks for sharing this moment of love and encouragement with us. God is so good all the time.

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  2. Does this mean you were in the G-uelph. You weren't here on Friday though right? I saw your rents but didn't see you with so I think it's safe to say you were not. Sad. The end.

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  3. Suz! I came in Friday afternoon...so did not have the chance to see you.

    Sad, indeed.

    SAD. But not the end. There will be another chance.

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