Mark Watson

Last weekend I attended a family reunion on my mom’s side of the family.  This is the first time we have been together in almost 20 years.  We used to meet at my uncles farm in Beech Grove, Arkansas for a day of fishing, horseback riding, and potlucking.  That ended when my aunt and uncle passed from this life.

Last Christmas one of my cousins kids, who was probably 8 or 9 years old at our last reunion, decided he wanted to resurrect the family gathering.  So he along with some of the other family pulled it off.  It was a great event.

In attendance were two of my mom’s sisters, all 80 and above.  One who still swims 20 laps at the YMCA 3 times per week.  All but 3 of my cousins were present and all of their kids with the exception of one who is living in New York City.

At one point during the reunion I was thinking about all my family and how it equates to Gods children.  My family pretty much represents the world.  We pretty much have a sampling of every race, gender, religion, and sexual orientation and I love every one of them.  They’re family.

Obviously we as a family all love each other, how much more does God love all of us?