The Gift Of A Sibling
by Beverly Brown, Set Me Free Ministries Prayer Coordinator
I am writing this week’s blog from my sister’s home in the Chicago area where we grew up. We’ve had a week of walking together down memory lane. As with any family, some of those memories are good and some, well, not so good. Like the time I got mad at her because she embarrassed me, and I cut up all of her baseball cards. I’m sure there was a Mickey Mantle in there somewhere—talk about revenge!
Or the time she convinced me that soap tasted good, and I took a big bite and found out big sisters don’t always tell the truth. Or how about the time she talked me into running away from home? She packed a few snacks and some of my clothes and pushed me out the door. The problem was that I wasn’t allowed to cross the street, so I had no choice but to come back home. Our Mom was none too pleased with her for that attempt to return to only-child status.
Then there were the good memories. Like walking home from church and stopping for a Green River soda at the drug store along the way. Or driving home late at night from our grandma and grandpa’s farm and listening toGunsmoke on the radio. Or playing hopscotch and jump rope on the sidewalk in front of our house.
But whether good or bad, each memory helped to shape who we are today. We’ve both grown up into adults with our own families. I have taken this trip to the area several times since moving away in 1980 but what has really struck me this time is the gift of family. Maybe it’s because we’ve spent time with more of the extended family on this visit. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, and each trip seems more meaningful than the one before. I’m not sure. But whatever the reason, I’m grateful for every minute spent with the sister I don’t see often enough.
Yes, there are still conflicts when we get together, and things don’t always go smoothly. But now instead of our parents forcing us to kiss and make up, we do it gladly. We now know that life is too short to stay angry. Every day together is a gift. King David knew that and wrote about it in Psalm 133: “Behold how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity! It is like the precious oil upon the head.… It is like the dew of Hermon, descending upon the mountains of Zion; for there the Lord commanded the blessings—life forevermore.” (NKJV)
My sister and I will not only share memories in this life but also in the “forevermore life” that David spoke of. Not only are we sisters who share the same earthly father and mother, but we also share the same Heavenly Father through Jesus Christ. Truly a gift and a blessing from God!
And what a joy it is to watch my own children develop the same relationship with one another that my sister and I share. While they will have different memories, they will have the same bond of love—not only on earth, but in heaven.
Some of you reading this may have never had a sibling with which to share the bumps and bruises of life. Some of you may have a damaged or difficult relationship with your sibling or siblings. Or maybe you have lost your sibling prematurely. But if you are a part of God's family, you are never alone in this journey called life. You have your family in Christ who is there to love, laugh, and cry with. In God's Kingdom, nobody is an orphan; nobody is an only child.