The good thing about seeing my brother again is that it reminds me of just how far we have come.
He and I grew up in the same household. We shared the same bedroom for the majority of that time. To this day no other person has an insight on me like he does. Same parents, same sister, same house, same church, same routines, same school, same culture to a large degree. We are different people in personality and outlook, but those formative years and experiences and capacity to converse would prove to be essential for what was to take place.
It has been well over two decades since we last shared that household. A lot has happened to both of us and when we look at what we were as opposed to what we are, it is clear that there is a journey.
It is not the same journey. There are similarities, though. For example the journey getting really tough and lonely at times. Being married is not the absence of ever being lonely. However loving and caring, there are still those lonely moments. As well as lonely and tough, there are sometimes questions as to why certain things happen and if the journey is even worth it.
That’s why love for the journey is so important. Not love of the journey – love that is needed for the journey. As supplies go there is nothing more essential for this journey than love. This is not the love that starts from you, this is the love that starts to you that motivates you for the journey in the first place. It remains true that you cannot give what you haven’t got. You need to get it to give it and you can’t live it ’til you get it.
Seeing my brother again reminds me of how privileged and blessed I am to have received so much love for this journey. Love that did not start with me. Or my brother. Or even our parents.
Love that gives hope in those lonely hours. Love that stimulates faith to strive further in the journey.
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
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