Last week was really good. My younger sisters came to visit for a few days, so I didn’t blog at all. One went to orientation for her freshman year of college and the other hung out with me and the daycare kids during the day. We played lots of Mario Kart and went to the pool, and we just hung out the rest of the time.
One of my brothers called me on Friday. It was probably the best conversation we have ever had. We laughed, and I cried. We just talked about real life, and it was so good.
I’ve realized lately that God has used my blog to do something I never expected. He’s used it to make me and my family closer.
As I bare my soul to the world, there are about 10 people that I can count on reading what I write every time. These 10 people (excluding my husband) have known me all my life, but that doesn’t mean that they’ve really known me that whole time. A lot changes in 20 years, and to really know someone as an adult requires a certain level of vulnerability. Writing has supplied that. My family has been able to learn things about me that they might not have known otherwise, and it’s sparked conversations that probably would not have happened.
My conversation with my brother made all of that so evident, and I am so thankful.