I was born the first girl after six boys. Yes, I know…it’s a lot of kids and it’s a lot of brothers. Then three years later God saw fit to give me a sister. Growing up we had our differences. And we were pals, but I didn’t fully understand how much of a gift she truly is until I was older.
We are certainly unique and differ in many areas, but as we have matured into young married ladies we have grown very close. It’s kind of ironic that we have become so close in recent years. It’s ironic because there is a lot of distance between us with me living in Dallas, TX and her in Louisiana where we were raised. But the distance seems to pull us closer. Chatting on the phone weekly and trying to keep up with one another’s lives.
It’s not just our appearances that are in contrast of one another. I have brown hair, brown eyes, and I’m 5 “7. Becca is a blonde with blue eyes and is 5 something but def shorter than me. She’s the blonde to my brunette! Our fashion sense overlaps in some areas, but mostly we have different taste in clothes. I have a flare for vintage and she’s more modern in her fashion palettes. She loves make up and I personally feel “more freely me” all natural with a little cover up on blemishes & Pomegranate Bert’s Bees on my lips. I go to her for make up advice and she’s pretty knowledgeable and usually can answer any questions I have.She also sells Avon and is my very own Avon lady! But these differences are some that I come to appreciate more and more. It allows us to learn from one another.
Proverbs 27:17 As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.
After I went through a traumatic event in the fall of 2011, I began to realize allowing Becca into my story would give us a closer bond. I wanted her to know the deepest darkest and scariest parts of me and not just the joyful parts. I wanted our sisterhood to grow and so I called her up the following summer after the incident and told her about this event that had altered my life dramatically. She has been there for me when I was confused, hurting, and healing. She’s a constant when my world seems to spin. She talks to me on the phone until I’m happy and laughing again when I’m troubled. She prays for me, and she reminds me of who God has made me to be on those days when I’m feeling the darkness clouding in. To say that I am thankful for her isn’t enough. I couldn’t express how deeply grateful I am for her. I’m so glad God gave me a sister to cherish and love for always.
Aside from my husband, she’s my best friend. Now, growing up I would have never guessed we would be as close as we are now. When you grow up so close in age and share a room things can be pretty touch and go, hah. But I’m constantly amazed at how easily I can trust her when I’m not feeling very trusting in general. When I’m struggling with ptsd or feeling exceptionally down she’s there lifting me up with her love.
My prayer is that I am a strong love and support for her the same way she has been for me. I love this lady, sister, and friend so much!!! She has two adorable boys that I’m crazy about. I love being an aunt to them, and for that matter all my other nieces and nephews as well. But that is a bit of a rabbit trail from this posts’ topic.
Today I am thankful for my Seester. Today and for always.