Family: They Love Me Anyway

These are the people that I see everyday. I wake up with them, I say my prayers with them, I eat with them, I sleep with them, I learn with them. These are the people that know me for who I am. They know both sides to me, the good and the bad. These are the people that I've lied to, hurt, and gotten angry at. They are also the people who I've learned to share, serve, and uplift. How is it that I don't spend everyday grateful for what I have.

These are the people who love me anyway. These are the people who cry with me when I have a bad day. These are the people that celebrate with me when I have success. Oh how I underappreciate them. How could I, a person who is tainted with filth, be placed beside such angels? I wouldn't be anything without them. Normally I'd be afraid to trust any other with the insecurities and weaknesses of my life. Afraid that I will be scourned and thrown down, and trampled on. How is it that these people are able to carry all of my shortcomings without breaking a sweat? God must have known that I needed to be surrounded by a strong family. Here I am living life and there are days that I forget to thank him for such a precious gift! Well, I know that I am far from perfect, and that there is much still that needs improvment. I know that I lack in my duties as a greatful Sister, and Daughter. But God know's I'm trying. So for today I'm going to say my prayers and thank him for my wonderful family. Today I'm going to go home and hug each of my personal angels. Today I'm going to smile and be the one to carry them.

And if there is such a day when I forget my responsibility to strive to stand up to their height, I take comfort in knowing that their love for me will never dwindle, and flicker. I know that they will reach down to pull me up again. I know they won't let me fall. Cause their my angels. And they love me anyway.

Oh, the comfort,
The inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,
Having neither to weigh thougths nor measure words,
But pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together,
Certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
Keeping what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness
Blow the rest away.
-George Elliot