Their home is like ours, old and tall and strong. Twinkling lights and Christmas greens hung in the arched doorways. Candles flickered warm.
And we quickly took our seats in the living room.
The concert was about to begin.
Our boys were in front, on a long bench, to hear their friends play. Lonny and I took seats in the back, with the children's grandparents, all proud and ready. His hand wrapped around mine.
And the music began. Sweet songs strummed by small fingers. Voices lifted to the Lord Most High. Silent Night, Holy Night. I closed my eyes to listen, though it was just as dear to see.
It was precious, being in that room. In that home. Something sweet had happened. An overlap of friendship and family. Relationships bound with love.
And it's a gift from Him.
I was blessed, that night, to stretch into the lives of those children. To celebrate their gifts and talents and passions and hearts. I'm blessed that this family reaches deep and long into the lives of my sons, too.
Friendship turned family when grown in God's love.
That's a sweet, sweet song I'll always want to hear.
Finally, brothers and sisters, rejoice! Strive for full restoration, encourage one another, be of one mind, live in peace. And the God of love and peace will be with you. 2 Corinthians 13:11
I love this, it is perfect. Beautiful. Nothing better than when the line between friends and family becomes blurred. Nothing better than finding friends that share family values, and help strengthen the convictions of each others hearts. Through thick and thin.
ReplyDeleteI love your thoughts on this, Sarah, the truth and the words...when the lines of friendship and family become blurred. Lovely. And what a sweet blessing, to encourage one another ~ brothers and sisters in Christ.
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