I love my family tremendously, but I pray that my family is not like them.
Working with my husband, compromising, holding down tempers, no yelling, not reaching extremes (Now, I am a girl. I will admit that I can jump to extremes sometimes, although I can pretty much give someone fair & accurate warning for times like those. Hey, at least I'm honest.), being forgiving, being able to ask for forgiveness and admit when I am wrong, supportive and encouraging, being there physically and spiritually for my husband, and hopefully handle things like the adult that I am.... the kind of family life that I'm praying for.
There will be times when I mess up. There will be times when I let things get to me more than they should, times that I allow something to linger in my mind until the I reach the bitter point. I am not perfect, do not claim to be, and never will be. But those times will be few and far between.
My family will be a safe haven, a refuge, a place to desire to go to. My home will be full of love and centered on the One that created love. Hey, "The family that prays together stays together." Right? My family probably won't be normal, but then again... who is normal? What is normal? Normal = boring. But I pray that my family is different in the way we handle things because we choose to handle things in a Christ-like manner and act goofy/have fun/enjoy life all in between the rest.
I pray!
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