We were talking about the Hunger Games, my friends and I. We were speculating. If our year had a Hunger Games, who would win.
I laughed and shook my head, and said I was sure I wouldn't, because I don't ever want to kill.
A friend laughed, and said if it was life or death, I'd probably kill. I frowned, not convinced. He then said if he threatened my family... and I grew very quiet.
Another friend shook his head "I think you've found the one thing she'd consider killing for - her family."
And whilst I hate the thought of murder, I'll tell you right now, he was, in a way, right. My family is the second most important thing in the world to me - the first being God.
And that's another thing I've observed MKs have, an truth we see that others miss:
The Value of Family.
The Truth of Family.
And I know my sisters and I tease each other. But we also laugh together. We get excited over dresses and formals together. We play cards games for hours on end. We spend time together. We respect each others' talents and encourage each other in them. Just yesterday, at our athletics carnival, the three of us sat together and played cards with some of our friends, the three of us on the hill, chatting and conspiring. We make sure the other is doing Ok. We go out of our way to buy little gifts for each other. They are easily my dearest friends.
And we simply can not understand those siblings who bully each other and put each other down and complain endlessly about each other.
Because, we have been the only constant that we have had.
Between us, we've attended 6 different schools for varying lengths of time. We've lived in three different countries. We've attended more churches than we can remember. Our friends have moved countries, schools, churches. And in all of it, we've still had each other.
And we're not the only ones. We have friends who live in different countries from their own siblings. We see their excitement whenever they see their siblings. We see the care they have for each other. The way they highly value each other and aren't afraid to show it. The way they go out of their way to find out how the other is doing. The way they encourage and build up each other.
I'll be honest, I don't see it to anywhere near the same extent in families that have had steady lives.
And I think it's because we know that our family is the most valuable thing we have been given.
We know that blood is thicker than water, so the oceans can't really separate us, but why waste time together because who knows how long that will last?
We know that sister knows sister, brother knows brother, sister knows brother, brother knows sister, in a way no one else ever will.
We know that our stories are shared. That we are threads that are woven tightly together. Our lives are shaped crucially by each other.
We know the Pain of Separation, so we understand the Value of Being Together.
In my sisters, I see a clear demonstration of God's love:
He gave me wise and beautiful girls, girls who will soon be women, with whom to share my Story. With whom to share my Joys and my Tears. My Passions and my Pains. My Hopes and my Fears. My Clothes and my Food.
My sisters are God's way of showing I will never be alone.
For though we will move away, we will not move apart. And though some will pass on before the others, we will never say good bye. And whilst we'll make home in different places, we'll always be home to each other.
Because we are sisters in more than simply genetics: we are Sisters of the Heart, and Sisters in Christ's blood.
Our Father builds a home for us, and leads us to the future. And our Brother walks beside us, drawing us together.
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