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I am Philippa
Wife of Emiel
Mother of Alexander and Beatrice

Daughter of Chris and Vicky
Sister of Robyn, Anthony and Zinny
Sister-in-something to Clint
Aunt to Ella
Sister-in-law to Rael and Natalie
Daughter-in-law to Pierre (I can never remember the spelling) and Rene
Granddaughter to Annie B
(The teeny, tiny granny is Granny Rita who died when I was pregnant with Alexander. I am still really sore that she didn't get to see him)
Granddaughter-in-law of Daphne
Niece to a bunch of special people and cousin to a bunch more

I have a place
My name takes a branch on a family tree
From my name come other branches

When I started writing this I wasn't really sure of the direction,
until I thought about all the people that have nobody

I moan a hang of a lot,
I know,
Truth be told I have a bit to moan about
But I look at where I am and I have a my spot, my dent, my groove that is made for only me
I want to learn to be that for other people
In my heart of hearts I know we will adopt,
but I also know that there are many teenagers and adults who need family

My heart is big enough, I need to just move past the me and the fear of financial lack

"Sing to God, sing praise to his name,
extol him who rides on the clouds-
his name is the LORD-
and rejoice before him.
A father to the fatherless, a
defender of widows,
is God in his holy dwelling.
God sets the lonely in families,
he leads forth the prisoners with singing;
but the rebellious live in a scorched land."
Psalms 68: 4-6 (NIV)

This is the thing that goes wham for me, if we are to reflect God on earth, become like Christ and be motivated by the Holy Spirit
Shouldn't we/me be finding family for the lonely (becoming family for the lonely), looking after the widow (and I think the aged widower) and orphan?

Love to you all
Philippa
  
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