I never had any younger siblings.
I always prayed for some, but God decided that wouldn't be a good idea.
Or maybe it was my folks.
Or maybe both.
So I just adopted all the little boys in my neighborhood as little brothers.

Today I went to hang out with my Senegal family, the Dalenburgs.
I used to house-sit for them in Senegal.
They have three wonderful sons.
And I got to play with them (and some other kids) all day long.
Badminton, volleyball, shooting, frisbee golf, football, and we all went for a walk.
I told J that I was trying to forget my age today.
So I played like I was still 20 and had a blast.
It felt, for the afternoon, like I had little brothers.
And A and J feel like family to me.
They were there through it all in Dakar.

Then tonight I got to thinking...
They ARE family.
And it is all because of this weekend 2000 years ago.
Today is good Friday.
Christ died today 2000 years ago for my sins 2000 years later.
And for everyone else's.
And on Sunday, we celebrate His defeat of death.
And rising from the grave.

And it is for this reason that though I miss my family back home this weekend...
I have family here.
And I am so thankful that God has blessed me in that way.
I love having little brothers.
(And big brothers and sisters - both little and big!)