in July.
with a feeling of aloneness, like I'm
an orphan. It's silly, I know, since
my father is still alive, but he lives in
here in Miami. I also have a husband and four
great kids, so there's no excuse for me to wish
I had a bigger family and to miss relatives
that I didn't see much even when I did live
in Texas. But I feel like an orphan anyway.
that I couldn't hear the sermon. I
found myself in the book of
Mark, rediscovering verse
after verse how God was
helping me redefine my
idea of family. First,
in Mark 3:31-34,
Jesus' mother and
brothers arrived to
see Him, and Jesus
says, "whoever does
the will of God, he
is my brother and
sister and mother."
He wasn't cutting