
This is my family. Beautiful, aren't they? I look into these faces in this picture & I can flash back to a point in their life where they showed me who Christ was. My Crash is made up of many parts.. there are the strong guys who I can always lean on when I feel like falling apart, who hold me up without questioning me. On the other hand, there are the sweet, darling girls and sisters. The girls that I have spent hours upon hours sitting with on a bunkbed giggling, crying & talking about our Savior. There are the gentle spirits, the loud & lovable ones, the serious, the silly, the strong and the courageous. We have disagreed, fought, danced through the victories, cried through the pain & linked arms through it all. We've made mistakes, hurt each other & spent too much time on other things.. but even through those situations we searched out God's face & He pulled us out. He pulled us out of the messes that we made & sat us back down in a big house together once again. We learned to serve others, as well as each other. We had a tearful Lord's supper, a night of healing through bandaids & thankyou's through water, and a night with a room full of washclothes & tubs to wash each other's feet. We traveled to many states.. One where we lead two children to God's throne. Together we painted, cut grass, cleaned & sheet-rocked. Blood doesn't decide who is family.. He does. I have found a brother and sister in the people in my CRASH.. They have held my hand through sad times.. & they have picked me up as I fell back to square one. They never gave up. They never let me go. There is always a sweet smile, a warm hug & an "I love you" among my crash. So.. here's my thank you to my family. Thank you for loving me unconditionally and without hesitating. You have pulled me closer to my Christ & I couldn't have asked for anything more from you.
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