by Lynn Wellumson
My dad and mom had five children in five and a half years. Thankfully we had a brother in the middle to keep us on our toes. My mom and her mom liked to make us matching dresses for holidays occasionally. When our oldest sister hit junior high she mentioned, and the idea grew, that this was something we were no longer interested in doing. (This must have been especially burdensome to the youngest, who probably ended up wearing all four of them for several years. )
My sisters and I were able to attend a women’s retreat a few years back. We all came from different directions and had made plans to meet in the motel lobby at a designated time. You can already hear the laughs as we gathered and found we all had on the same color green sweater. Our roots were showing.
Whether we are meeting members of God’s family for the first time or if we have been friends for years, there is a commonality in purpose and bond of love. I recently took part in the Black Hills Shepherds Retreat and fellowshipped with pastors and wives from a variety of denominations. The love of God and the love of Christ’s finished work on our behalf was the center of our workshops.
I can say along with Bill Gaither “I’m so glad I’m a part of the family of God, I’ve been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His blood. Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod, for I’m part of the family, the family of God”.