My son and youngest brother orchestrated a family reunion, the first one ever for our ragtag group. It was great to see everyone. The kids, last time we were together for a funeral, are now the parents of a new crop of younguns. It was fun to see them all meet each other for the first time and get to know each other, a process that took all of 30 seconds. Then they played hard all day long. I don’t know if they will remember the day, but it happened and it’s now a part of their history.
I heard many stories over the course of the weekend. Things occurred that I was not aware of during my son’s growing up years. Things that have shaped him, determined his thinking, maybe even established his self-worth. We were in the same place at the same time but have completely different memories. Identical twins may share the same DNA but not even they have exactly the same experiences. Only God knows and understands completely all of the things that have happened to each of us and makes us who we are. As I was made aware this past weekend, we don’t remember everything in our history.
One of my brothers is looking for answers to questions he has about missing pieces in his past. As I was filling in some of the details, I realized how limited my knowledge is. That humbles me and makes me even more dependent on the One who knows me all the way back to Adam. There’s nothing that is a mystery to Him, nothing He doesn’t know about where I have been, what I’ve done or how it has affected me. He also knows the plans He has for me. And no area of my life has become so tangled that He can’t unravel it. It behooves me to cling to Him and listen closely for His still small whisper saying. “This is the way, walk ye in it.”