Precious Sisters

Never has there ever been such a distinct love-hate relationship. Of course, not so much hate … but more annoying.

But I never realized how precious my sisters were to me until I didn’t have them anymore (not literally, of course).

When I moved away, I realized how important my sisters were to me and not for the reasons I had originally thought. I used to rely on them for clothes, money, rides, hand-me-down shoes and doing my hair or make up (or both). I was obviously a lot younger, so my way of showing admiration and adoration was through borrowing things, following them, hanging out in their rooms, etc – which looking back was most definitely very annoying.

Recently, I’ve begun to treasure them (and really miss them). The things I used to admire are no longer the focus. It’s not about how smart they are, how accomplished, how popular, how pretty, how stylish, or even their life stage.

It’s about them.

Both are brilliant in wisdom and in action. Both put their families first and themselves second. Both rely on Christ for strength, patience, and joy. Both pour out to others through encouraging advice, blogging, emails or even Facebook messages and statuses. Both honor God with their lives and that is what makes them precious to me now. I look up to them for those things these days.

Now, I long to borrow their time, rather than their clothes; follow in their footsteps, rather than around the house.

I wish I would have spent more time treasuring these things when we were all together, living in the same house. But – I guess – that’s the way things go. Kids don’t see the important of siblings … until later in life when everyone grows up a bit.