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You Can Kid The World, But Not Your Sister


Ecclesiastes 4:9-10
 Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their work; If one falls down, his friend can help him up. But pity the man who falls and has no one to help him up!
I love my sister. I guess you already knew that though. I love how she is always there for me when a good  melt down is in full swing. I have them a lot, believe it or not (so does Henry. He loves his Juju). I don't care if she is in a room full of people, teaching school or preparing dinner for her family...she stops and makes it all better. Man, I love her! Her kind tone, truthful words and love are a soothing balm to my breaking or heavy heart. When I hurt she hurts. I have made her shed many tears for me in my short adult life. I hate it, but I love it at the same time. I love that she loves me that much. She has sometimes cried for my pains more than me. I know this is so cliche, but her love is a fierce love. She fights for those she loves. I love that about her.

Proverbs 17:17
A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

I always hope she feels the same about me. I think she does. I am on the receiving end of it this week as she is looking for a home, a vehicle and growing her new church with other church groups coming into town to aid them in that task. I feel honored to have her trust and her need for my compassion and words of wisdom. I still feel like the little girl in pigtails outside of Peepaw's church in Garland, TN but I know to Julie I am her sounding board for life's big, stressful, and sometimes crappy decisions. When she cries, I also cry. I cried today.

Pray for my precious big sister. She knows she is following God's leading without a doubt. She knows she is where she is suppose to be. She also knows that He never promises it will be easy. She also knows people will question her and sometimes unknowingly pass judgement. Those days are hard. Pray for her to be able to guard her heart and mind against all the junk and for her to focus on the tremendous task God has set before her sweet family.

Abby

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