Ever since I was a little girl I’ve been told I think too much…more specifically I was called a ‘worry wart’. I worried about everything, I believe, because I was always afraid.
I was afraid of losing safety, comfort, security, even love. It wasn’t voiced this way at a young age, rather it came out in questions of ‘what if’.
Once I found the courage to give that fear over to God I didn’t have the ‘what if’ looming and stirring the worry pot. My dad playing Mahjong on the computer and my mom doing her ‘diddly doop’ aka: needlepoint. This picture of my parents will never change…this has been the way it is since we moved into this house when I was 15.
Neither is good, over thinking and worrying or being distant and emotionally disconnected. In the past few years I believe God has led me to a happy medium. Appreciating the connections that in my life as gifts and blessings and continuing to be secure in who I am in Him so as to know confidently if one connection was to fall away for whatever reason that my main connection with Him always remains.
I’ve been writing about old traditions and my family these past few days and I it has been good for me to see them this weekend. To recognize the blessing I have in each connection and though what we have might not be consistent or the ‘way it used to be’ our love still remains.
If I could I’d line everyone up in my life, from family to friends, from when I was a baby to present, and I’d tell each and every one of them the blessing they brought into my life. I wish I could … what a gift that would be. But, then again, I do believe that is a gift I will receive in heaven. 😉
Here are some pictures of my weekend with my ‘connections’: