Things are changing in our home and I’m here for it.
Upon waking up in the middle of the night, I heard noises above my head. I could hear interaction between two of my big kids. But they weren’t fighting. They were chatting.
In the past two years, I’ve witnessed a transformation in the relationships between my three young adult children. They see each other in new ways. It brings me joy because healing took a long time.
Our family experieced its share of hard things. Every family does. They can pull us together as well as pull us apart.
As a parent, I longed for my kids to be close to one another. My eyes looked around for those emerging moments. But I learned that sometimes they appear as small intimate ones rather than big, movie worthy scenes.
Watching them incorporate the gift of presence into daily routines.
Listening to them laugh together over a private joke.
Hearing one kid’s voice on one end of the phone ask to speak to another
Showing concern about the wellbeing of another
Asking each other for help
The longings for healing may appear long reaching when we are in the trenches of hard seasons of family life. Imagining what the fruits of our prayers may look like and when we will see them can make us feel restless. However, those little moments that begin to emerge along the way are worth celebrating. They are flickers of hope.
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