Twenty-eight years ago, all eight of our kids were living at home. The oldest was 20, and the youngest was eight. Back up ten years, our oldest was twelve, and our youngest was a baby. For about thirty years, we were raising and training kids. That was a lot of years ago. Now, they are all doing what we were doing.

Most of our kids are visiting for a few weeks, and I am enjoying the time very much. I keep having flashbacks of memories of different events we had with them over those thirty years. I love those memories.

The family consisting of a Dad, a Mom, and kids have been, from the very beginning, Adam, Eve, Cain, Abel, Seth, and nobody knows how many more existed at the beginning of the story. The basic family unit has existed in many countries and cultures for thousands of years. It has endured because it is God’s plan from the beginning.

Our family has been the most significant source of joy in my life. They have been the greatest source of fulfillment and meaning in life.

I am also part of God’s family. He is my Father, and I will live with Him forever. He calls me son, and Jesus calls me brother. It sometimes seems like a long time before I will be with Him, but time does fly, and it won’t be long now.