Family.

Family. A topic that, for the past two weeks, has laid heavy on my mind and heart. Two weeks ago, I discovered that my half brother who I had never met went to the same college. How awesome is that?!? I have always wanted an older brother, and the chances of us going to the same school just seemed like God's way of showing me this was supposed to happen. So of course, I met my brother, and it was fantastic. He was really nice and funny, and I walked away confident that my life had just changed for the very best it could be. Unfortunately the next day proved to flip that mindset completely. My brother simply told me that we couldn't have that strong bond and that not knowing me was perfectly fine with him. The feeling I felt at that point was worse than any bad news I have ever recieved in my life. I felt as if I had been given the best thing in life then had it ripped away from me.

Since that point, I still never stop thinking of the situation. People often tell me "Well, he's a jerk if he doesn't want to know you," and "You don't need him because he's the one that is missing out." I beg to differ though. I feel like I deserve to know my brother, and more than that, he deserves to know me. Therefore there's only one thing I can do to help this situation: pray. No amount of pleading or crying to him is going to help at all. I just pray to God every night for his safety, and if it is His will, my brother will come back.

I know that this post is really just airing out my own problems, but I feel like writing about it might help. I want to say thank you to everyone that has tried to help me. I truly love all you guys!

"Cast your cares upon the Lord, for he cares about you."
- I Peter 5:7