Am I Doing Enough?

Know it's been a minute since I've updated my site and to be honest I don't really have a good excuse to why. Guess I've just been lazy. But with Thanksgiving going by this past Thursday I feel like this is an appropriate time to get these thoughts out of my head and onto this blog.

I don't know how many of you out there know this, but I'm the oldest of 5 Norwood children. My younger brother, Jordan, is one of the biggest inspirations in my life.The kid has more drive and determination than anyone I've ever known and his relationship with the Lord is something I look up to. And even though I don't do it as much as I should, I know I can come to him with any problems or issues that are bothering me. To make a long story short, Jordan and I are close.

After Jordan, there is a little gap until the three youngest Norwood kids. Closeness is age has allowed Levi, Brianna, and Zaccariah to build a bond very similar to what Jordan and I had growing up. Being able to live under the same roof, share vacations, and help each other transition while moving from state to state will bring anyone closer together.



Levi is probably the best athlete out of all of us at his age. Can't lie, that hurt to say, but it's the truth.


Brianna is the most beautiful young lady out there, and uses her ability to dance to help not only herself but also the youth in the community.


And anyone who has met Zac knows that he is one of a kind. Wise beyond his years and easily the best supporter of his big brothers and sister.

Now that you have a little background, I guess I can hit you with the dilemma that I find myself thinking about on a regular basis.

Living away from home for for basically 6 1/2 years (4 years in college, and 2 1/2 in Manila) have I, or better yet, am I doing enough as a big brother? I guess it's tough for me to try to answer myself because I've never had a big brother. But it kills me that I've missed so many of Levi's football and basketball games. It hurts knowing that I'm not able to bring Bri flowers after her dance recital or lend a shoulder to cry on if some idiot of a boy breaks her heart. And when Zac walks in from the house with straight A's on his report card, I'm not there to take him to go celebrate. I don't know if it's me being homesick or me really battling with the fact that I'm missing out on some great years in the lives' of my younger siblings.

I do what I can from afar. But I know it's not the same as actually being there.




I just hope I'm doing enough...