I grew up with one sister and two brothers. After I was grown up and married, my dad passed away, and then my mom remarried. My step-dad brought some new siblings into the picture. I lived far from home at the time, so I didn’t see them often- just occasionally at various family gatherings.
Fast forward through the years and I moved back home after I became a widow. The youngest step-sister had changed from the wild party girl I had known when she was in her late teens/early twenties. She was a single mom raising a daughter. Now she is living by faith. Now we have a lot more in common.
She is very different from my sister. We don’t share childhood memories. She never knew my dad. She has her own mom and her own brother and sisters, her own childhood memories.
We are quite different, too. She has a sense of humor I sometimes just don’t get. She loves shrimp- I am allergic. My mom’s spaghetti is not her favorite, like it is mine. She would probably prefer plain walls and doesn’t like to cook. She thinks I am “Suzy Homemaker.” She thinks my church is too sedate, even boring. I find hers a little (well, OK, a lot) too loud.
We talk several times during a usual week. We get together for dinner or dinner and a movie at least once a month. We share season tickets to a local theater. We attend special events at each other’s church- we love the same Jesus. We call each other when we need help with something.
She is no longer my step-sister. Now she is my second sister.
Today I attended a reception to honor my sister at the hospital where she works. She was receiving the Family Spirit Award, given to one out of over 4,000 employees at the hospital each month. It was a joy to see others recognize her generous and loving heart, and honor her for the kind way she cares about others.