There are many days when I walk home and am grateful that I do not have the responsibility to take care of a family. I'm already not very good of taking care of myself, how would I have time to worry about a family?
Then, I get reminded of the beauty of family. I experience a home with kids running around and a mother cooking delicious food. I see an old couple walking along the road and talking. I can't even express the incredible longing that lies in my heart. The longing to live in a community, where I come home to a family that will love me through thick and thin, on the good days and the bad days. The longing that I have always had to have a close relationship with my grandparents who could teach and guide me. The longing to have someone to vent to and someone to listen to. The longing for a comforting lap on which to lay my tired head.
So I turn to God, the one called love, who leads, who guides, who listens, and comforts. I turn to the God who has a plan that is for the good of those who love him.
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