Growing up, my dad was in the military, so we moved around a lot. The longest we ever lived in one place was almost 5 yrs. You can imagine how rough it is as a kid to be put into two different schools on opposite sides of the country within a single year. That is why I am so close to my family. We had each other. I can remember sharing a room with my younger brother when we were little kids. My brother always had a hard time sleeping, so, he would ask me to tell him a story or sing to him until he fell asleep. I never minded, because we were best friends, sometimes he was my only friend.
This past month, I have had a lot of time to think. I've come to realize how important my family is and how much they mean to me. The thought of losing any of them crushes me. All I pray to God lately is that my older brother and sister will serve Him fully. My heart aches for the lost, but it doesn't break as much as for my family. Every time I am downtown, I think about my sister. I see her in each girl I talk to and my heart goes out to them. I want so much to see my sister come back to God, like when she was a little girl. I don't judge people any more because when I look at them I see my siblings. I see some of the same fears, struggles, and pains. Just like my perseverance for my family, I will persevere for the lost. I won't pick and choose who to reach out to. If the Bible says to go into ALL the world, that pretty much covers it.
So, I am really just thinking out loud today. I don't even really know why I wrote all this. Well, hey, hope you are having a great day!
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