Installment twenty-four, in a 31 day series, Forgotten or Chosen?
[If you’ve missed previous days, click here]
The lies and deceit of the past have been covered by Love; reconciliation blossoms like the fragrant blooms of spring.
Our last day together we drove south to West Seattle, Alki, to our cousin’s house. My brother and I hadn’t seen Justine since she was about three. We walked up 41 steps to the front door. I turned around and the view of a ferry crossing the Puget Sound to Bainbridge Island took my breath away.
We were the first to arrive and to meet Justine’s husband and their son. They made all the favorite brunch foods, set out on the bar in the kitchen. Justine had also used our grandmother’s Krumkake iron to make the traditional Norwegian waffle cookie.
Soon, our half-brother and his wife arrived. I was surprised, he was shorter than my brother but did resemble pictures of our father when he was older. We hugged each other and I gave him the photos I had copied for him. We took pictures of the five of us together and I stood with my arm around him.
Our generation put their lives on hold to reconcile the past and repair the wrongs made by a father we never really knew. We talked for hours and poured over pictures, each of us filling in the gaps of our family history.
What would the adults responsible for the five of us have thought?
Love was the bridge that brought us together, not a careless, easy love. We made a choice to cross over and I’m so grateful we did.
Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. 1 Peter 4:8 NIV
Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for each other, love one another deeply, from the heart. 1 Peter 1:2 NIV