Sisterhood.

Turns out I have the most badass sister on the planet.

No joke like you think you’re sister is rad…
Wait til you meet mine.

I have three sisters.

and my two younger sisters are borderline badass
but still young and moldable so I’ll just focus on Liz.

She’s been bumpin in India for the past TWO YEARS.

She is fluent in Assamese like a beast.

She loves harder than anyone I have ever met in my life. 

She has more grace than I have ever seen.

She has been doing work in a place where there is hardly any light.

She lives in a secure place so I have to be careful with explaining what all she does…

but just know she’s INSANE. 

Liz and I are 17 months apart so naturally we have always been super tight.

When we were kids we used to fight like it was our job.

Not like “….you bother me lizzy”

but like “I CANNOT STAND YOUR EXISTENCE”

as I stab a pencil into her leg.

We were brutal.

Like little twit brothers even. 

Being two years apart in school we were always awkwardly different.

For Instance,

When I was 14 and in 8th grade

She was 16 getting her license.

When I was 16 getting my license

she was 18 going to college.

Always on a different page.

When I was a Junior in high school

Liz peaced out and went to Niger, Africa for awhile.

I thought she was crazy.

Who in their right mind would leave everything they had ever known

to go to a place that is scorching hot

with people who didn’t know english

eating rice

sleeping with spiders….

I thought she was insane.

But I tucked away her surrender in my heart and it nagged at me.
I wanted that. 

It was finally my time to go to college and I naturally followed her to SFA.

There was no other reason that I wanted to go there 

besides my big sister went there.

She was always so cool and hipster…

and I still had poofy hair and had no idea any bit of my identity.

She showed me the ropes real easily and loved me so hard.

She would proudly introduce me as her sister
and brag about me all the time.

Nothing made me feel as fly as Liz Wilson being proud of me.

Sweet girl.

College is when I decided to “figure myself out” in this world…

meaning hardcore preachers kid rebellion. 

Secretly of course.

I made a ton of dumb decisions but kept the pretty little “I love Jesus” face on.

Didn’t care about the Lord but thoroughly cared what people thought about it. 

Liz freaking loved me through all of it.

She hurt with me.

Held me.
Loved me.

Didn’t blink an eye when I confessed all my junk to her.

She wept with me but didn’t judge.

She said “get over yourself…”
Those words changed me and ultimately made me get over myself.

After my sophomore year is when I decided that SFA was not where I needed to be…

that sometimes it is okay to run from the dark places in your life.

I wept to my parents… “I just need to get out of hereeeeee.” in a mopey voice.

Pops says “Why don’t you go to Africa of something.”
(Little did he know that’s now where my heart resides).
From there all of those emotions welled up that once had when Liz peaced to Niger.

The Lord dug in my heart and pulled those things up

and started whispering some of the secrets of his heart.

From there I blew up the world race.

It was all a fog leading up to it.

I just knew I needed way more of HIM and less of ME. 

The Lord changed me on the race.

Legit when I truly accepted that I have to surrender all of me to follow him.

Ultimately I would be NO WHERE near who I am today if Liz didn’t love like Christ loves.

If she didn’t pursue Christ in a recklessly abandoned way. 

She showed me Christ when I saw him no where else.

She showed me sacrifice when I had no idea what it even meant.

She showed me that living for the Lord isn’t a feeling but a choice. 

She showed me that life isn’t my own. 

She showed me what life is about and I am legit forever thankful.

Her example has changed me.

I legit can’t wait to do ministry with her one day. 

Three months until she comes back to the good ol’ USA.

Get into these arms. 

Check out her blog.

Sojournonearth.blogspot.com