Happy Friday and Day 120 of Another 100 Days of Hannah …and Counting, y’all!
This post brought to you by yet another round of delayed flights/changed travel plans.
(For those of you who know me, you’ll know that this is pretty much the norm for any trips that I ever plan. Pretty sure it’s God’s way of showing just how out of control I truly am. C’est la vie? So grateful for yet another opportunity to trust Him to work all things out for good – after all, that is what He’s promised, right?)
In any case, we’re boarded annnd preparing for take off – at approximately the same time that I was (originally) supposed to be touching down in Texas.
Well, you know, before I got a text at 5:30 this morning alerting me that my flight was canceled.
Thankfully, though, I’m flying Southwest – my absolute favorite airline – so, rebooking was pretty easy.
Unfortunately, none of the remaining flights for the day were direct, but, after a second delay in the updated flight, I’m on my way South.
We’ll see how far I (and my belongings) make it. I’ve already been warned several times that there are significant storms around my final destination that may prevent the second leg of the journey from taking place. Huzzah.
From there though, lt’s hit the post tat I intended to make on Monday but ran out of time for.
This week, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about family.
Admittedly, when growing up, my main concept of family was simply my flesh and blood relatives (that all happened to live pretty close to me). I mean, that is, by definition, family.. right?
Over the past several years, however, this definition has pretty significantly changed.
Of course, I still absolutely love my blood relatives. I probably wouldn’t have moved back across the country to live closer to them if I didn’t.
But family has become so much more than just those who share my same physical traits and genetic predispositions.
Family is the people who love me, even when I don’t deserve it.
Family is the people who are there for me – good days, bad days, and everything in between.
Family is the people who make time to share their lives with me.
Family is the people who are safe – the ones who can be trusted.
Family is the people who welcome me with open arms – whose doors are always open.
Not to quote Lilo and Stitch, but, Ohana means family, and family means no one is left behind or forgotten.
I think they were onto something.
My family is made up of all the people who make a point out make sure that I’m not left behind or forgotten.
And so, as the years pass, my family grows ever larger.
Yes, I have my blood family (which is also spread around the
But, I also have my dear friends – the one or two that I have picked up from each stage of life.
I have my Houston family.
I have my therapy family.
I have my church family.
And I can’t help but wonder at how incredibly blessed I am.
I did nothing – absolutely nothing – to deserve the incredible people who have welcomed me into their lives.
And yet, here they are.
And so, as I fly, across the country once again, I am so grateful for each and every one of the people who make up my beautiful family.
Catch y’all tomorrow! Be sure to check in to see how today’s adventure turned out!