This is our third Christmas in the home we share. It's quite simple, just not always easy.
The unconditional commitment similar to an adoption. The "till death do us part, in sickness and in health" vibes like a marriage. The character-shaping complexities that accompany any mother and daughter dance.
These are the ties that bind.
Our differences are sizeable:
*Her hair almost always looks perfect. Mine almost never does.
*She has jewelry specific to each outfit. I will wear the same pearl necklace until it breaks and then buy another one very much like it.
*She follows recipes, dirties dozens of dishes and tools, and sets the oven timer. I pour and stir in one container with one spoon and play it by ear.
*She loves Hallmark movies. I can't.
*I love chunky guac. She cannot.
But do you know what we have in common? We are cute. Duh. Plus also we are serious about prayer and patience. And when each of us perceived an invitation from God to step out in faith to partner with one another come what may, we both had the courage to say yes.
Is it clunky? Yes.
Are we gaining flexibility and strength? Yes.
Are there miscommunications? Yes.
Is there laughter and good food? Yes.
Are there days when each of us low-key longs for the greener grass from our separate yards? Yes, I'm afraid we do.
But then from separate closets, we return to our senses and remember Who we live for and suddenly we feel these ties that bind. Sturdy cords of mercy and love hold us together when all else fails.
God is with us and for us, and He is sure to receive the glory.
Bound to be good.
