"That family." My family belongs firmly in the second group. But the funny thing is that we're extraordinarily blessed as well. I can't begin to count how many times people have stepped up to help, to pray, to console, to laugh and commiserate. I have to wholly rely on God. My kids' achievements, no matter how small or how big, are always a celebration. We live the Prodigal Son parable over and over, playing different roles: sometimes the youngest and foolish son, sometimes the patient and prayerful father, sometimes the resentful yet dutiful older son. It is a place of stupidity, questioning, prayer, wistfulness, hunger, poverty, riches, and joy. We are "that family."
It is hard to know why God has made us the families we are. But make no mistake: one family is not better or worse than the other. We are all given what we are given by God for a reason, although that reason won't be entirely clear to us until we sit down with Almighty God himself for a long chat (and I'm hoping a few chocolate martinis.) We all carry burdens, but we also know that God doesn't give us equal burdens - who knows why? Again, I'm hoping that will come out at the Heavenly Martini Lounge.
Until then, remember we are all part of "that family" for a reason. We should not be jealous nor should we judge. We should hold each other in prayer for whatever needs we have, and trust that God - the Great I Am - loves "that family" and "that family" with the same great, eternal, creative and merciful love.
He said to him, ‘My son, you are here with me always; everything I have is yours. But now we must celebrate and rejoice, because your brother was dead and has come to life again; he was lost and has been found.’”