The closest book to me was "Memories of the Heart" by Joan Walsh Anglund. The first line of the last paragraph on that page is "...though we stand on separate Shores." Here's my little story.
Though we stand on separate shores, our love is felt. There may be many states between us, but nothing, not even distance, can break the bond we've formed. Ours is a love unlike any other. We are sisters.
Our bond began at childhood. Sure, we had fights, arguments, and disagreements. All children do. I was always insanely jealous of my sister. While the arguments and fights lessened as we grew older, the jealousy only strengthened. I had to constantly ask God to cleanse my heart of this sin.
Growing up, we weren't especially close. Since we both married and moved out, however, we have become more than sisters...we have become best friends. We've been there for each other through so much. We've faced marital troubles, crushed dreams, financial difficulties, divorce, and even miscarriages.
The jealousy I once had for my sister has turned into admiration. She is an amazing woman of God, a true Prov. 31 woman. I aim to be more like her, although she has taught me how important it is to be myself.
She has taught me to pray in the midst of any and every adversity. She has taught me to never give up, to never give in, but to keep my head up, a smile on my face, and keep marching forward. She has taught me that in all things, Christ first.
I miss her, more than she will ever be able to know or understand. She is about to receive the greatest blessing a woman can ever receive...she is due Dec. 2nd. I know she is going to be a wonderful mother.
I can't lie and say I'm not a little green. I've always wanted to be a mother, and that dream seems so far away right now. But being an aunt is the next greatest thing and I am beyond thrilled for her. No one deserves the blessing of motherhood more than she does.
I'm doing all I can to make it there so I can be with her. Reality is, I'm still trying to get on my feet. It's taking longer than I'd like (another story for another time), and I may not make it. It's killing me knowing I probably won't make it, but I hear her words in my head "It's okay. God has a plan and a purpose for everything. There's always a reason when something doesn't work out."
So I sit here, on separate shores if you will, and write this blog, and cry. I am so blessed to have the sister I do, and I will always love her...even "though we stand on distant shores"
Though we stand on separate shores, our love is felt. There may be many states between us, but nothing, not even distance, can break the bond we've formed. Ours is a love unlike any other. We are sisters.
Our bond began at childhood. Sure, we had fights, arguments, and disagreements. All children do. I was always insanely jealous of my sister. While the arguments and fights lessened as we grew older, the jealousy only strengthened. I had to constantly ask God to cleanse my heart of this sin.
Growing up, we weren't especially close. Since we both married and moved out, however, we have become more than sisters...we have become best friends. We've been there for each other through so much. We've faced marital troubles, crushed dreams, financial difficulties, divorce, and even miscarriages.
The jealousy I once had for my sister has turned into admiration. She is an amazing woman of God, a true Prov. 31 woman. I aim to be more like her, although she has taught me how important it is to be myself.
She has taught me to pray in the midst of any and every adversity. She has taught me to never give up, to never give in, but to keep my head up, a smile on my face, and keep marching forward. She has taught me that in all things, Christ first.
I miss her, more than she will ever be able to know or understand. She is about to receive the greatest blessing a woman can ever receive...she is due Dec. 2nd. I know she is going to be a wonderful mother.
I can't lie and say I'm not a little green. I've always wanted to be a mother, and that dream seems so far away right now. But being an aunt is the next greatest thing and I am beyond thrilled for her. No one deserves the blessing of motherhood more than she does.
I'm doing all I can to make it there so I can be with her. Reality is, I'm still trying to get on my feet. It's taking longer than I'd like (another story for another time), and I may not make it. It's killing me knowing I probably won't make it, but I hear her words in my head "It's okay. God has a plan and a purpose for everything. There's always a reason when something doesn't work out."
So I sit here, on separate shores if you will, and write this blog, and cry. I am so blessed to have the sister I do, and I will always love her...even "though we stand on distant shores"