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Monday, March 21, 2011

Thank you for holding my hand


20 years is a long time... a long time to be best of friends - lifelong pals. And soon, so very soon life will be changing... perhaps the biggest change since 7 years ago. Then it was Evie, she was my pal too... wrestling together, adventure, energy... it was hard to let go. And now...

I'm sitting in our little office while a glow of pink graces the distant horizon. The sun is setting... and in the gathering twilight my mind traces back over many years gone by. From my earliest memories she was there - we were a team, her and I. From distant lands with strange people, to crowded airports and new faces, we met life together.

I think back on my first memory - of washing dishes out on the lawn. I was just two then, and she was five or six, but I can remember we did it together. She washed and I rinsed... and the dishes became our toys.


Time passed on and we grew older...

There were our glorified felt stories and paper doll houses. We engineered intricate lego campers and dreamed up fantastic scenarios for our traveling lego families. There were the little model planes we would fly around the house with their airports and destinations representing the globe.

Then there were the dolls and tea parties. Yes I had my own doll too - it was important. I had my baby and she had hers - it was grand fun... Not to mention the many hours she would spend with me as we excavated new roads with my cars and trucks in our backyard. Sandcastles, forts, crafts, art...

But life was not all play - there was work to do. Baking bread and folding laundry... I was her little helper. She was the master of organization and would organize grand surprises for Dad and Mom while they were gone - putting the three of us to action.


Like I said, we were pals... Hand in hand we might life together. I always looked up to her as my sister and friend. Often were the times when visiting churches that I'd beg and plead to stay with her in Sabbath School, though I was always way too young... I was the shy one, clinging to her hand.

Life has gone by now... There have been moves and changes, but we've always been close and we've almost always done everything together.

No more do we gather around the lego box, or pull out the cars and trucks... the time for dolls has past. Now there are the quiet moments at the pond or in our rooms, sharing our hearts, dreams, plans... Walking to the farm with the fresh breeze and singing birds overhead. Working, laughing, crying...

ASI, GYC, Family Camps, so many things we experienced together - memories to cherish. It's hard to think of doing them without her... 

Thank you Caroline, thank you so much for never letting go...

For drawing me back when my heart was far away...
For keeping my eyes looking up.
For teaching me to persevere no matter what the cost...
For reflecting Jesus.

Thank you for never letting Him go...
... for praying,
and for holding my hand.

Things will be different soon. No longer will there be the glow of light at the end of the hall, nor will I need to make sure to try and not wake you up as I light my morning study. I'll brush my teeth in silence, and walk the hill alone. Our nights together talking, praying... will vanish to mere memories... but they will forever stand as pillars in the formation of my life. Beacons of your faithfulness to Him, and how He can use the willing vessel to draw another heart. I owe so much to His faithfulness through you. Only eternity will reveal what words cannot express...


Soon your hand will be given to another... a fine man, honorable and true. I love him too... and I'm glad to gain another brother. And soon you'll meet life together with him - hand in hand.

Thank you Caroline... I love you more than you can know.

And if this were written instead, with ink from my pen,
you'd see the stains of my love on the paper's wet rim...


We'll still be pals... just in a different way.

I love you! Billy boy...



     "The highest duty that devolves upon youth is in their own homes, blessing father and mother, brothers and sisters, by affection and true interest. Here they can show self-denial and self-forgetfulness in caring and doing for others. . . . What an influence a sister may have over brothers! If she is right, she may determine the character of her brothers. Her prayers, her gentleness, and her affection may do much in a household."   AH p. 36

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Miracles

They are really indescribable. Words fail over and over again. I guess that's why we call them - miracles.

This week will be remembered as my week of miracles...
So many, it seems at times overwhelming... yet so real - so true.

So much has happened, it can hardly be expressed in such a short time.
I've also been reminded of so much...

How the same love that plants the lofty mountains and paints the little flowers in their vibrant hues, the same God that swipes his finger across the evening sky setting it in a blaze of color, yes, the same Savior who spoke the worlds into existence, speaks today. Only today he speaks to our hearts... 

And if we are willing, if we'll let Him...
He will plant His love there.

And sometimes it takes tears... and pain...
Indeed, it is not always easy, but through it all we come out closer, and love is driven deeper then we could ever have imagined before.

I suppose you may have heard of the refiner's fire... suffice it to say...

...miracles happen when you choose to brave the flames together.
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