This week, the last in our series, we looked to Jesus, who was misunderstood by his own and widened the family anyway. Here is your exhale.
May you know that you are surrounded.
By Abraham, who didn’t know where he was going.
By Jochebed, who trusted the river.
By Jacob, who held on.
By Joseph, who loved with terms.
By Ruth and Naomi, who made each other home.
May you look to Jesus, who went first,
and find him already on the road ahead of you.
May you love your people from fullness, not hunger.
May the door stay open where it’s safe,
and may you never walk through it at your own expense.
Where your story is still unresolved,
may you rest in the middle of it,
trusting that God isn’t finished.
And may you know, all the way down,
that you belong to a family wider than blood,
and there is room at the table for you.
You were never the first. You were never alone.
You are loved, exactly as you are.
Rest now. You’ve come a long way. The work will keep.