When You Got that Sista’ from Anotha’ Mista or that Brotha’ from Anotha’ Motha’……
What is family?
Classically, it is considered to be based of off lineage, blood, crazy Uncle Bert!
For me, family is something different. I am adopted by my Great Aunt, so while that is still blood and I do get a few of my quirks from her, it’s just always been different! And
not a bad different whatsoever. I admire and love my mom more than anyone in this world. (I’m not just saying that because she’ll read this lol)
Growing up, my mom and sister were the biggest components of my life! Within our family, we were our own family. That’s where I found my worth the most, learned from mistakes, and found out who I was. I can still remember the Saturday mornings, the family vacations, and the random “Hookie Fridays” that would end the week off right!
Now, for some, family isn’t as pleasant. Does that mean they have no family? NO. In the past few years while I was
“too cool” for family I found that family is found less in blood and more in sweat and tears. Family is when you are willing to put everything into a relationship with another human being. It’s about the fights, the great nights, the “We need to talk” talks, the accountability, the good and bad that molds who you become.
The main person I can think of while I am writing this is my youth pastor! To preface the impact this man had I my life, I feel compelled to share that I have never had a father figure. After a youth camp before my junior year of high school, Jim became my best friend. From here I began to show him every aspect of my life. The good, the bad, the issues, the fight. That’s when the relationship began to grow excessively. Long story short, this 28 year old man and his family have become just that to me; family. We have inside jokes, trust, mowing Saturdays, and a constant competition of getting each other things with no acceptance of anything in return.
While that is my main example, this past year has given NUMEROUS people who I would
NOT be ashamed to be tied to. They have seen my ups, downs, faithful, and struggling times.
In the pictures above you’ll see two little kids that have my heart. Kambri (Jim’s daughter/ my sister) and Austin (My nephew). I don’t love these kids because they are the most well-behaved, but because they love me with a love I don’t always understand. I don’t always get to see them, yet they treat me the same and usually with even more love.
Here at MNU this is what you find. Community with people who will become like family. They live next door, across campus, and even off MNU property. I know I would pick no other place to find people who want the best for me and my relationship with God. Whether it may be sharing my life with a new friend after chapel or growing closer to my RA, I know that I can call these people family. It’s found on the halls, in the classroom, even on the random benches around the beautiful campus.
In conclusion, don’t let family be tied to a last name or your cray cray Uncle Bert’s kids. Instead, find people who will fight for you even when you seem to be
losing control. This is found in school, church, family, random friends that you meet in coffee shops (true story, I’ve experienced it). I do however know that my most beneficial relationships are based around Jesus Christ. Never be afraid to reveal who you are to someone who loves you enough to walk alongside you.
Keep on and keep God my friends