Becky and Marge were like peanut butter and jelly—often
together, yet very different from each other. One morning Becky encouraged her
older sister to attend the horse auction with her; Marge spat out a rude
retort. Why would she want to go to something like that? Her face turning as
red as raspberry jam, Becky managed to swallow her hurt feelings and give a
sweet reply.
Which sister are we? Maybe it depends on the day, our
mood, or the circumstance. The easy way is to let the Marge mindset monopolize
our mouths. But may we strive for the beauty of Becky’s better way.
You forgot to mention how awesome brothers are
ReplyDeleteI contacted my sister recently and told her that we needed to start our relationship over again. Although we’re not exactly estranged. We needed to get back to loving each other again as we did when we were little. Our family has had problems with generational curses where sisters don’t get along. My grandmother didn’t get along with her sister, and my mother, at times, didn’t get along with her two sisters. My sister agreed with me that we needed to be different than our ancestors and start loving each other again. We got together again, after not seeing each other for two years and it was lovely! Since then, we have been texting each other almost daily. When we take seriously Jesus’ mandate to love one another, life is much sweeter! ❤️🙏
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