Family

“Family is not an important thing, it’s everything.” Michael J. Fox

The word stirs up memories, a variety of emotions, good or bad. I’m an observer. Always watching. Wanting to asses a situation. Over the years I have drawn the conclusion that family is so very important to most people. It is what God intended to use to mold our thoughts of Him and His world. The familial unit was His idea of how to protect, nurture, and develop humans into valuable members of society. But more importantly, family is an expression of His love towards us. I write this knowing full well some out there have had very poor family environments that have not represented God’s heart. This stings. My prayer is you will find healing, wholeness. That…

“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear.” Psalm 91

To others, family is like peach pie, a little runny at times, but basically sweet. My family is this. Over the years we have walked through trials of many shapes and sizes, but in the end, our faith in God has kept us firmly entwined together. I am blessed. I am thankful. Thankful for the love and connection we feel even though this Reidt family moved away from our closest and dearest. Thankful for parents and grandparents who lay down individual hurts and pursuits to see that their children are cared for and valued far above career or generational addiction.

At the end of the day, we all choose. Choose to take the beautiful relationships, along with the ugly and rise out of ashes.

“to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair” (Isaiah‬ ‭61‬:‭3‬ NIV)

I look at my dad, once a young man left to fend for himself. He and his siblings were children of alcoholic parents. I value the tender moments this year afforded me as we watched Dad go in and out of neurosurgery and conquer various procedures. His unwavering faith and selflessness mark me. He choose. He choose, as a young man, that out of the ashes and pain of his young life, that he would rise. God called, and he answered, and that I am so grateful for. His three children, their spouses, and 15 grandchildren are marked by this choice.

I did not mean this to be a blog post about my dad, it’s just that he has such a passion for Jesus, and his family. He exemplifies exactly the point I am trying to make that is, we all have a choice, that in one generation a family linage can change. I encourage you to look upon this Easter season with family in mind. Forgive. Restore broken relationships. Build stronger bonds. Celebrate those closest to you. Put aside worldly pulls and give your family your undistracted attention. Choose to rise out of ashes, or if you are fortunate enough, grow in those green pastures.

“What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family.”
-Mother Theresa

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This family unit has been kicking up some dust here in Idaho. I am unsuccessfully trying to tame the white powder filtering into our living quarters each day. But along with mess comes progress.

In the past month Jared and the boys have sheet rocked, mudded, and primed the pool room.

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The rest of the house is receiving it’s final coat of mud and we should be set to texture and paint the first part of April.

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2 comments on “Family

  1. barbara wilson says:

    Love your blogs!! So good and right on!!

    Like

  2. rbfja says:

    Amy well said. Family is what it’s all about. And as you know our Lord can heal anything we let go of.

    Like

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