A Letter to My Sister

After reading my own sister's blog about the trials she faced in her life, I can't help but feel the strongest urge to weep. You see, The King girls haven't had it easy. Between our own mistakes and the folly of others, this world has certainly taken it's toll.

My sister, Tiffany, is the reason I am alive today. When I was in a place all too similar to what she has endured in the past, my mother packed me up, drove my across the country, and led me to my sister who greeted me with open arms.
When living with my sister, I was anything but helpful. Still dealing with unbelievable pain and agony, I had yet to verbalize my struggle to my sister. I resented her in this time. Here she was, with such a modest life, and yet, she was so happy. Tink had gone through a different struggle than my own, but one of similar magnitude. I watched her be gracious to her husband, gentle and patient with her children, and loving and giving to myself. Me, still dealing with immense anger with God... I began directing that anger towards my loving sister.

Over that summer, I struggled to maintain the walls I had built around myself. I slept late, went to bed early. I ate, I babysat, I existed. I was not helpful. I was not open. I was not thankful for the sister who had opened her home and heart to me.

However, Tiffany's patience overcame my stubbornness. The walls began to crumble. I began listening to the teachings of my sister. I began opening my heart to the family surrounding me... that small, four person family with a faith in God's plan that I still envy.

Tink loved me when I appeared at her door, scarred and angry, hurt, closed, and alone. When the entire population of Asheville, North Carolina could not love and comfort me... my sister loved me enough.

I wish I could put into words what that summer gave me. But no words are adequate to demonstrate the strength of my sister. When I picture God's grace, I see my sister's face. There is no person in my life who has been a better depiction of a Christ-like grace than my own flesh and blood-Tiffany.

To this day, she is still my guide and confidant in terms of my faith. When I had lost that faith, she led by example and brought me back into the fold.
Again, words are not adequate. But the love I feel for my sister... I hope she feels it.

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