I met Amanda a few years ago at church, a single mom of a very lively 2 year old (at the time) daughter. It seems like we hit it off right away and we’ve just been close ever since our first encounter. I love her. She’s been through so much in life and yet she’s always smiling, laughing, and shouting! You can hear ‘Manda from across the church – and you’ll probably hear me right along side her because we are just LOUD. It’s the Hispanic in us – LOL!
Amanda loves my kids. And she tells them all the time.
“I freakin’ love you guys!”
She says that constantly. And texts it too.
Here she is taking a picture on our computer with Marissa.
And finally she called out to me, “Sissy! Come take a picture with me!”
I brushed her off and said I was cooking and I had to get us all to church on time for the evening Bible study service.
“Come on, Sissy! Just a quick picture!”
And so I stopped, because I love her, because she’s so persistent that I knew she wouldn’t stop until I did, because she’s fun and spontaneous – and sometimes I need more of that in my life.
Here we are. My “Sissy” and me (and my Kaity photo-bombing in her usual style!).
God sent her to me.
A younger woman to bring up and share my faith with. A younger woman to encourage when she’s going through difficult times. A younger woman to call and ask if she read her Bible today. A younger woman to invite over for dinner or BBQ – so she and I can fellowship while our children play.
And while I encourage her, she encourages me.
When she calls me and asks to come over – I know she finds comfort in my fellowship and it reminds me that someone does like my company. When we laugh so hard that we literally cannot breathe – it reminds me that I have a sister I can have crazy, fun times with. When she cries on my shoulder and tells me her deepest, most intimate secrets – it reminds me that the Lord put me in her life for such a time as this.
I was there. And now I’m here.
So I can share that with her. Just like Jesus shares that with us.
He’s not a far off God that doesn’t know our pains, our temptations, our happiness.
No, he became flesh so that He might share that with us.
I’m grateful for ‘Manda. She’s my sister and I love her and pray for her constantly.
At His feet,