chosen family
i grew up in a broken home. it was cold, hostile, unstable and unsure. i never knew anything other than that i couldn’t trust anyone or anything; nothing good lasts; and any fleeting sense of security was surely false.
25 years of insecurity and sadness have already started to heal after a mere 45 hours with just a portion of my new family.
I saw love in action. I felt it. I observed it all around me. I was safe, I was seen, I was heard, I was wanted.
Most important, I saw the people I love be looked after. I saw casual, effortless affection. I saw intimacy, I saw comfortable, easy, instinctive trust and comfort, I saw confidence that we could be ourselves without judgment.
I’m grateful now and I’ll be grateful forever. I can’t wait to see how our family continues to grow. I can’t wait to connect with my sisters I’ve yet to meet, I can’t wait to continue building these relationships and being blessed by our Father’s grace and generosity.
There are many ways to teach a girl to love. I have mine.