Kin. Images of family gathered in front of the fireplace playing a board game—this is what comes to mind. To be kin means you belong.
My kin include my husband and boys and our family members all over—but that’s not all.
Kin stretches wider. Kin includes those with whom I share a connection, an affinity, a relationship.
My kin are my friends, the whole passel of them. They include my running partners, my phone call encouragers, my leadership team, my parenting peers. They are my fellow Christ followers, the people on my tiny block, the high school girls I mentor, the refugees I’ve met, the folk in my town.