Going home to ND always brings with it mixed feelings. I love my parents dearly, but I find myself not really knowing how each visit will go. Sometimes it is sweet fellowship with my parents, and other times our time together can be filled with such dysfunction! (I’m sure other families go through the same thing at holiday gatherings.)
Christmas this past year was pretty crazy. My brother and his wife had to stay at home in Grand Forks and study/work (they are both working and going to school full time), but two of my nieces and nephew came to my parent’s house while we were there. The children outnumbered the adults 5 to 4. It was pretty chaotic at times to say the least.
I love ALL of my nieces and nephew, but because we don’t get to see them very often, they often monopolize our time and don’t give us much of a break. So between five children ages 17 months to 11 years and all the cooking and special activities, it was a pretty exhausting time for me and Brad.
But the kids had SO MUCH FUN together! Brad and I even had a couple really good conversations with my parents, and Mom and Dad watched ALL the kids so Brad and I could have a night out.
No matter what “going home” entails, I am always so glad that I do have a family to go home to. Despite the many ups and downs I have (almost weekly) with my parents, God placed me in their family, and I know that He is good, sovereign, and in control. He knows best, and I’m glad I can trust Him in the good AND in the hard times.