The words of a familiar hymn comes to mind whenever I think of my family and friends... "COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS". Each moment with them is a blessing... a special time shared, a moment/gesture of love, and a time of/for making memories because we will never have the moment again. As a grandparent, we are given the privilege to capture/share more of the "special times" that we missed with our own children. It is not that we were bad parents, but somehow we missed many things. At many of our family gatherings, as we share bygone days and happenings, we will hear much of what we missed and wonder when/how it happened. As a parent, we may have gotten too busy in trying to do "everything right" to impress other people, who really didn't care about us anyway.
As siblings, we recall many of the things we did that our parents didn't know about and we, prayerfully, hoped some of those things would never be known by them. The time shared with brothers and/or sisters is to be treasured... the memories made take us back to times when "everything was right with/in the world". In the hustle of everyday life, in this generation, even close families grow apart through many different incidents and/or for many reasons, but our hearts long for the closeness and for things the way they once had been.
As friends, we have learned one another... shared many intimate details about ourselves and our lives, both good and bad. We've learned we can be open and honest, yet not judged or condemned... almost as close as our relationship with GOD.
As brothers and sisters in Christ, we are part of a much larger family... we share love, joy, burdens, heartaches, prayer requests, fellowship, praise time, and worship.... WE ARE SO BLESSED AND THE BLESSINGS ARE TOO NUMEROUS TO COUNT!!!