Today is my 57th birthday. That's me in the middle, between my brother Ben and my sister Lucy. Mom was 41 when I was born and my little sister Linda came a couple of years later. I cannot count the times I have been grateful that my parents didn't think they were too old to have more children, or that "two is enough." They didn't worry that my older siblings would feel replaced. When I was born there were four people waiting around to meet me and love me. Not a bad deal.
Now we are all grandparents and my older sister is a great-grandma! Our lives have been full, and like every other family, we have had our ups and downs. We don't agree on politics or religion. We haven't raised our children the same way and our marriages are very different. But we are family. And I am very grateful.
My sisters are as different as chalk and cheese and I love them both dearly. My brother strongly objects to the fact that I am Catholic but does all he can to be kind and respectful and let me know that he prays for me daily. We are not a perfect family - there is no such thing - but we do belong to one another. God gave us to each other by giving us the same parents. And I thank Him for that great gift.
Especially on my birthday, I feel grateful for each year of my life, each event that has shaped me (good and bad) and all the people who love me. I thank God with all my heart that I was born a Brozovich when my parents were in their 40s. It was just what I needed to become the woman God means me to be. It was part of my journey to the Catholic Church. It has helped me grow in holiness. God and I are still working on that task, and now I have Marty and my kids and their spouses and my grandson to help me become holy - to lead me closer to Jesus and to prompt me to give up excessive self-love - but I am extra grateful for the first people who loved me - my mom and dad, and my brother and sisters.Thank you, Jesus!
I am a Catholic wife, mom and grandma. In 1995, after Bible college and a few years as an Evangelical Missionary, I was received into the Church at the Easter Vigil. These are my personal musings on Scripture, prayer, and living close to Jesus.