Being raised in a Hispanic family in a small town has made the definition of family blurry to me. The random stranger you meet at the grocery store is apparently your cousin and the nice gentleman at church is “Brother” John.
Now, as I grow older, the definition grows even fuzzy-er. I have in-laws who are more like my friends and I have friends that feel like they are family. To add to that, I have a church family whom I adore and love.
All this to say, I think I’m finally understanding what God intended for us as the Family of God…we are all children with ONE FATHER and led by ONE SPIRIT. I have never felt so surrounded by loving people as much as I have this year. Although only a few of them are “blood relatives”, all of them are family!