Family

My favorite part of the holidays is the chance I have to see my family. We use these times to come together, catch up with what's been going on in everyone's lives, and just enjoy each other's company. This year, my family decided to stay home for Thanksgiving, but since I hadn't seen them for a long time, it still was a reunion of sorts.

Within 10 minutes of my being home, it felt normal. It was almost scary how quickly i slipped back into my place in the family. I loved it. There was no awkwardness, and nobody made a big to-do about me being home. But we all felt joy. It was where I was supposed to be, and they were happy I was there.

I think that dying will be a bit like that. Heaven, and the people that we see there, will be very familiar to us. There will be people to welcome us, and we'll talk about what's been going on since the last time we saw each other. We'll fit right back into where we belong, and during this life we choose where we'll fit into this heavenly home. I wonder why I've never made this connection before! After all, we are family, eagerly waiting for the reunion.