For as long as I can remember, my uncle Jerry has called me sugar booger. It’s always been a special term of endearment and one I’ve grown to adore over the years. It’s very indicative of the spirit that lives in my sweet uncle…one that is both loving and playful.
Jerry is the father of eight spectacular people and he’s married to one of the most amazing ladies I know. He has spent his life dedicated to the Lord and to his family, including me. I’m so many ways he showed me what a life given over to faith can look like.
When I was young, my mother was a pretty lost soul, and she worked hard to keep me isolated. Not out of meanness or cruelty, but out of fear. I have long since forgiven her for taking me down that road with her. Thankfully, God continually injected Himself into my life, a constant lifeline in some stormy seas.
One of the blessings God provided to help me through that time in my life was my uncle Jerry and his family. They lived out west, less than an hour from where I was living with my mother. My grandmother made sure I spent as much time as possible with my aunt, uncle, and cousins.
It made all the difference in the world. I believe it was my greatest saving grace. Looking back now, I can see just how much I learned from the time spent with Jerry and his family. They showed me love and joy and play and freedom. They showed me prayer and faith and faithfulness.
It is those same lessons that are being put to the test as my dear uncle and his family walk through one of the most difficult trials we face as human beings. This keeps my extended family ever present on my heart and mind.
What I want them all to know is that they are stronger than they know, more loved than they know, and far more powerful than they can imagine. This is their opportunity to reflect all the love and grace and faith learned over the years back into a journey that is fraught with challenges to those very principles.
I am so proud to be a member of my uncle’s family. I’m so grateful for the love and friendship we all share. It is my most fervent prayer that they are provided all the strength and comfort possible, just as they have been during every rocky stretch of road they’ve encountered over the course of their lives. How blessed I am to be counted as one of them!
Love the Hand of God 