When I think about what it was like growing up with my sister, I never could have imagined us being friends…let alone best friends. She and I didn’t exactly get along. And right around the time she entered middle school she was suddenly bigger than I was and she certainly used that to her advantage. Then literally the minute I moved out, we were ironically inseparable.
There’s no denying that we are very different. Remember…she’s Anna and I’m Elsa…she is so fun and I just need to let it go. She’s Mary and I’m Martha. I am the typical firstborn type-A girl. She is very much a laid back free spirit. And she is hil.arious. She doesn’t stress out like I tend to and I so admire that about her. At this point in life we balance each other out nicely. Today I helped her organize her wardrobe (one of my FAVORITE things to do…for other people anyway) and she helped me freshen and organize my bathrooms to give them a little facelift. It was a great day. I’m pooped, but we got a lot accomplished…and sang a lot of Celine. AND now I am able to sing with this device without so much pain! It was fabulous.
A few years ago we had a sermon about a 3 a.m. friend. The pastor asked the question, who is that friend in your life that you would call in the middle of the night if you were in dire straights. For me I instantly knew…my sister. Some people might find that odd, but she’s my best friend. She’s been there for me through everything, the good, the bad and the despicably ugly. She has seen me at my very worst…and loves me just the same.
Today I am so thankful that God gave me my sister and that she is my best friend. I know I can tell her anything and she won’t judge. I know I can count on her and she will always be there. Love you, Shell!
Wonders of HIS Love 