Have you ever had that warm, fuzzy feeling of loving someone or being loved?
Last week, my mom and dad were gone, and my grandma came to our house to babysit Carl. But when Grandma left to pick up Jeff from work, I was left to watch little Carl. As we played together, I noticed how fast he is growing up and what a delightful human being he is. Although he doesn't always listen, he is a really good kid. That night, he asked me to put him to bed. We sang songs and talked a little before he laid down to sleep. I realized how blessed I am to have a family. There are times when I can't stand them, but I love them all the same.
More than once, I've heard people say, "I hate my family." I've also heard a quote that sort of goes with this: "Hatred is too strong an emotion to waste on someone you that you don't like." Why do we waste our passion on hating people, instead of using our passion for better things? I could say more on this, but I'll get myself back on track.
Think of the good things about your family. Are they smart? Are they kind? Do they like to help? Are they overprotective? They love you and are concerned for your well-being. Do they make you do things you don't want to? They're giving you experience for life, whether it's developing work ethic or stepping out of your comfort zone.
Even if you aren't happy with them, "We love because He first loved us." -1 John 4:19