“The Israelites did as they were told; some gathered much, some little. And when they measured it by the omer, the one who gathered much did not have too much, and the one who gathered little did not have too little.”
My family is visiting for Thanksgiving weekend. My siblings and their families arrived yesterday evening and my parents arrived today mid-morning. This is the sixth year we’ve hosted thanksgiving at camp. We are typically together anywhere from Thursday evening to Sunday after lunch when the families leave. Two families have to leave early this year to be back by Sunday.
My in-laws are coming to join us for lunch tomorrow. Throughout the years, it’s been a blessing how the parents of my siblings spouses become part of the family in their own certain way. If nothing else they are regular characters in our stories. For the oldest siblings especially, our in-laws are people who have been in our lives anywhere from 15-20 years and even longer.
I keep wanting to put words to so many experiences, particularly those related to being a woman and a mother. I have become like Martha who is anxious and worried about many things, and it seems like the woman’s destiny to become this over her lifetime. But I wish not to give voice to my despair in the making. God made us, he loves us, and guides our lives with each new day.