I can’t remember the last time we were all in one place – my father, my siblings and myself.
But there we were on Saturday. Together, all of his children and my children.
And it was just us – well, us and 60,000+ other people. We all made a trip & spent our time and money to be together. It was so worth it!
The weather was a perfect as my heart was happy. The sun and the Father shone down on us brightly.
Things between us all haven’t always been good. Let’s just say that, like you’d find on a Facebook status, “It’s Complicated”.
We’re a complicated group with a complicated history. But we love deeply and that is as simple as it gets.
After a week where I, the city of Boston and the entire nation was reminded once again of life’s fragility, I needed to be with them.
It’s funny how family brings you home. It’s not really so much the physical place that fills your heart, but the people.
As I sat in hard stadium seats surrounded by strangers, somehow I was at home in my heart.
I looked up past the sea of people into a perfectly blue sky and was reminded once again,
“For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is His love…” Psalm 103:11
Hard days come. We get busy. The storm clouds roll in.
But the heavens remain in place – they don’t lower themselves closer to the earth.
Sometimes we believe the illusion that they do, but it isn’t so.
The Father’s love for you and me is the same. It never lessens. It never lowers.
Let the heavens, the skies above you, be a reminder of His love for you.
Anytime you need to remember, just look up.