Our Stick-FigureNESS

For the last seven days, you have come home with a picture of us in your backpack–EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

And EVERY. SINGLE. DAY, the picture looks pretty much the same: four people with eyes, arms, bodies, and smiles standing in a row (legs are never present and neither are noses, ears, or hair; sun, clouds, and flowers are optional).

And EVERY. SINGLE. DAY, I am struck by the beautiful reality of your pictures.

See, your pictures are hardly PERFECT…but then again, neither are we.

Just like your pictures, our family has days where things are sloppy–our words, our tones, and our attitudes.

Just like your pictures, our family has days when things are dysfunctional–our behaviors, our schedule, and our hearts.

Just like your pictures, our family has days when things are “missing”–our thoughtfulness, our gentleness, and our patience.

Just like your pictures, our family has days when things are full of “blurred scribbles”–our priorities, our motivations, and our thoughts about one another.

Just like your pictures, our family has days when things are optional–our meal times, our rest times, and our play times.

Again, I am struck by the REALITY of your pictures. 

And just as I am struck by the reality of our imperfectly flawed family in all of its “scribbles” and sometimes “missing parts,” I am also struck by the BEAUTY of your pictures.

The beauty of our smiles.

The beauty of our unity.

The beauty of our togetherness.

The beauty of living life together, standing in a line…the four of us.

The beauty that you choose to draw EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

Not because we’re the “model family,” or because we’re “picture-perfect,”or because we’ve got all our “parts on” everyday, but because WE ARE FAMILY.

And because we are something important to you…

something beautiful to you…

something that is WORTHY of drawing EVERY. SINGLE. DAY…over and over and over again.

And that is exactly why I smile EVERY.SINGLE. DAY when I pull out that picture…when I live-out the beautiful reality of those pictures EVERY.SINGLE.DAY.–with you, with your sister, with your daddy, and with the great God who allows each of us to stand together, to live together, and to love together in all our “stick-figureNESS.”

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