They say friends are the family we choose.
For many of us family hasn’t always been easy. For some of us friendship hasn’t either.
We’ve had wounds and disappointments and prayers unanswered. Perhaps we’ve longed for the approval of our father or the unwavering love of our mother. Maybe we wish we could have a sister. Not just one of flesh, but spirit too. Or maybe we long to have a friend who truly gets us. Who knows us for who we are and accepts us not in spite of, but because of it all.
Because deep in the strands of our DNA is the hardwired need for relationship. To know and be known, to love and be loved in return. To share the intimate places of our truest selves, and find the unrelenting arms of grace.
The threads of family cut deep. The tapestry of our lives is very much told in the story of family. Broken, mended, patched or threadbare; each of us hold a story carved on the walls of our hearts, and we carry the burden on our backs.
For many, our wounds come from the family we were given. For others, the ones we have chosen. But the truth is we all have a story. Whether a broken dream, a shattered life, or a wounded heart. We all want to be known, but we’re afraid to be seen.
Afraid to have the same painful story of our past repeat itself in our present or future.
So the question becomes: How can we love well in a world of broken, hurting people – hurting other people? How do we live fully and well in a world full to the brim of pain?