By Missy Strittmatter
I am lucky that I have a very good family. Now we all have our idiosyncrasies and quirks, and yes there are times members of my family can drive me crazy. However, in the end, they are my family and I love them dearly! When push comes to shove they are in the foxhole with me time and again, guns blazing ready to run forward screaming “Forward the Light Brigade” like Tennyson soldiers.
But I don’t live my daily life with my biological family outside the two
small warriors I have at home. However, I do spend my daily life surrounded by the family I choose.
Last week, I was reminded how important the family we choose is when I lost a friend to a hard fought battle with cancer. When word came that she was gone, many of those members of my chosen family rallied together both with me and behind me and it was amazing to watch. It was convicting and it reminded me what a blessing and responsibility it is when we choose our family.
Friends are precious and we need to choose them wisely. If we are lucky, we will choose friends who choose us right back and these two parts become more than the whole. We don’t simply become 1+1=2, we become 1+1=3. Community begets community.
It’s a multiplier and with luck, I hope when you find yourself in the foxhole, like me, you will not only find the family you were born to, but the family you choose. My chosen family has lost a member, but she helped me to remember and to recognize those members still here and to know sometimes it is the family we choose that makes all the difference.