they will move back, she said
because they know family is the most important thing.
but what if family cannot gather
because family is the barattas, and the whitesides, a shupe and a gibson, a peffer, a miller, a larsen, a white and a wickman, and on and on and on
and the longer i live, the larger and more inclusive it gets--
i can't find a way to make them all one anymore.
i can't gather them all in a circle around the altar.
i can't hold them all in my long and completely inadequate arm span,
i can't, i'm told, make binding covenants with as many whomevers i choose.
but i can't suppress this love i can't save it all for one person one clan i can't i can't
and i won't.
photo by ci
8 snoops:
but what about one miniju?? ;)
:))))))
MINIJU!!!!!!!!!!! Yesssssss...
I love this. "but what if family cannot gather..."
I am glad for that sunday when we all fit in the arms of Julia, and were encompassed by your love.
beautiful.
I find the beauty of the temple is found in this post. As we are sealed together with our families, we are not just sealed to our companions and our parents and siblings. Our ancestry is a web of adoption. We are all family already, and as we are one with Him we are one with each other.
And who says this family cannot gather? The seasons of our temporal lives pull us apart - but that separation is merely a bi-product of the life we're in: temporary. The Lord is somehow capable of having deep abiding relationships with innumerable spirits- an ability that we cannot even fathom in our temporal state. But when the time comes to be as He is, the seeds we have planted in this life will have enough light to become the forests we LONG for with each friend.
As we make binding covenants with Him, we are bound to all. I love you my sister :). As we gather to Christ, we gather together. And as I am one with Him, and you are one with Him, we are one with one another :)
http://vallarsen49-ideally.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-endings.html
-This blogpost from a few months ago seemed appropriate somehow
I miss you. When will I see you?
I come back to this poem all of the time. even that first line, "they will move back," she said.
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