What it's really all about...

The more I live (and admittedly, I realize that that's not very much) the more I understand that our families are what really matters in life. Where else are we unconditionally loved and appreciated? Where else do we learn service, love, and patience?

There can be little doubt that God instituted families as the place for people to belong. From birth to death, it is our families who are there for us (diapers on both ends). From the earliest recorded times, people have relied on families to be the basic social units of society.

There are different roles to be played in a family. Some of these are gender specific, but most are not. Children deserve to be born into families with a loving mother and father. Our homes can then be places where lessons are taught about how each should treat one another, the basic lessons of obedience, respect, and love.

We call God our Father in Heaven. Doesn't it fit that there is a Mother also? Father is a gender specific title, with associated responsiblities and roles. Doesn't it also make sense that we are also children of a Mother with all of the responsibilities and roles associated with that title? Are parents single in Heaven? If so, why bother getting married here on earth?

Just some random thoughts for a Wednesday PM.

PEACE

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