at the dinner table. I watch Jenni
cleaning the floor, Erica in the recliner, Kimberly asleep on the couch. I hear beautiful worship music and
smile. The other girls are safe in
bed. My heart feel
s with sadness at thethought of this life coming close to an end. This life of living with the same 7 women day in and day out; the life
of being called from the kitchen to the bathroom because one of my girls is
sick. As I sit on the bathroom floor,
holding garbage bags and stroking Kim’s hair, praying and rubbing her back,
holding her against me as she fights whatever bacteria/virus/bug has made her
sick, I think of how much I love her. How did I grow to love this girl the way I do? I love her with all of my heart. I love her silliness, I love her compassion,
I love her heart, I love my little sister. She’s not just my teammate, she’s my baby sister. She’s the person I will do anything for. She’s the little sister I’m so proud of and
the sister I delight in seeing God move and work through.
I look at Erica and I’m overwhelmed by emotion. Erica, a beautiful, sassy, loving woman of God; how G
od has changed andreconstructed her! I see her praying for
Kim and I see her love and faithfulness. I see how she’s interceding on behalf of her
sister and how she’s willing to help where ever she’s needed. I’m so proud of her! I know when I feel in love with Erica, it was
in the Dominican, our late night stories in our little apartment. Erica is the older, yet not TOO mature,
sister. Erica is my sister who I can
laugh with, who I can cry with. She’s
the woman who is completely real and who I get to be completely real with. Erica is my encourager and my G Dub
sidekick. She takes care of me when I won’t
take care of myself. She has a heart
that is so full of love and a passion that sets things on fire! She’s the woman I know will be in my life for
years…and years to come!
I hear Jenni asking me what she can help me with and I’m grateful for her servant
heart. She’s quick to lend a hand and
quick to offer prayer. She sits on the
floor in the hallway and begins praying for our sister. I see how much she loves and how she pours
her heart in to everything. I’m so
grateful for her. She’s my sister who is
so like me. We laugh together, we cry
together, we love each other, we are frustrated with one another. We share so many of the same qualities and
have experienced so many of the same things. She’s the sister who loves me regardless. She’s always a friend and is always close by
when needed. Grace and mercy flow
through her and she radiates with the love of the Lord.
I love my family. They are beautiful and
amazing. We are a unique family, and
like most families, we’re pretty dysfunctional, but at the end of the day, we
are sisters, we are family, we are support for one another!
