I am one of those women that doesn’t have a sister. Brothers? Boatloads, and I love every last one of them. But there’s a wee little part of me that has always been bummed that I didn’t have a sister with whom to fight, share clothes, and read Teen Beat. I’ve always been a teensy bit jealous of my friends who grew up in a houseful of girls because I’ve felt like somehow I’ve missed out.
Since my mother has informed me that she does not intend to be the next Sarah and conceive in her advanced age, I’ve given up on ever having a flesh and blood sister, but God in His graciousness has given me friends who are so precious to me. Friends who will talk fashion, trade recipes, drink coffee, and listen.
This past week was special because I got to introduce old friends to new friends. Amy got to meet Gretchen, an in-real-life friend of mine, and when the three of us sat in my living room and tucked our feet underneath us and talked for an hour, it was just a gift to my heart. The conversation was easy, there was laughter, there was genuine concern for each other. It was truly a magical moment.
And last night I was able to spend time with Kellie at her church and share with other women what God’s been teaching me. As I looked across the room, it was so neat to think that six months ago, Kel was someone who only lived in my computer, and now we hang out, go to the movies, drink coffee together and talk about mayonnaise.
And my blog and Twitter friends who encourage me and laugh with me and pray for me at the drop of a hat when I need them?
Precious strangers that I hope to meet one day (except for the creepy ones from other countries who find my blog by using inappropriate phrases in the search engines).
Who needs sisters?
I have friends.
Have a nice day.