We dropped Mara’s parents off at the airport yesterday for their flight to the States. Upon returning to our apartment, everything reminded me of them. On the dining room table sat the game we played the night before. In my office, I saw their bed, a few coins dad had left, and a pair of white socks he borrowed. As I entered the kitchen, my eyes were drawn to the special bread they purchased. In the hall is a pink bike. Mom and Dad Blackburn are gone, but reminders are everywhere. I miss them already. Perhaps we’ll see them again in two or three years.
The hollow ache in my heart testifies to the fact that I am so blessed! I’ve heard countless stories and jokes about in-laws. But those stories and jokes don’t match my experience. I am loved by my in-laws and I love them. They pray for me and my family, they support us, and they sacrifice for us. Years ago when I was a teenager, my dad told me, “Son, when you marry a woman, you marry her family.” I didn’t forget it. In fact, one of the things that drew me to Mara was her family. I am thrilled to be part of the family. In addition to a second set of parents, I have three awesome sisters – Christy, Megan, & Chandra.
So Lord, thank you for the tears that I’m crying now. Thank you for the ache. Thank you for these potent reminders of the depth of relationship that is possible because of Christ!