A Longhorn in the Mail

I got a Texas longhorn in the mail today. My sister, who lives in Florida, sent it to me. It's a paper longhorn in case you were wondering. He's a very pretty longhorn. He's got a little love letter to me on it.

My sister sent it to me because of last week and she can't "bear to see me down." Which might make her the best sister in the world. Yes, I'm her older sister and I'm supposed to take care of her, but sometimes she surprises me even though I know her like the back of my hand.

Leanne and I have always been close. We don't look alike, but we're Irish twins. Which just means that we were born less than a year apart. Eleven months and two weeks actually. Every year during those two weeks, she always ALWAYS reminds me that we are the same age.

Just as I know her, she knows me. She always encourages me to take time for myself and not care so much for others. She knows I nurture people. She's my biggest fan, my confidante, my best friend. She's my sister. She can tell when I've run myself ragged by the sound of my voice. She can cry with me when I'm heart-broken and laugh with me when I'm being goofy. She knows my dreams and knows the God who can turn them into reality. She lifts me up to Him in prayer. Man, you should hear her pray. She can pray down heaven. Even when we were little girls, she could always stir my soul with the way she could pray. I'm more of a chatter when it comes to God. Hi God, here are the facts. Fix it however you want to. I'll be down here waiting on You.

But that child can bring it prayer wise. It makes my heart swell with sisterly pride. Knowing full well I had nothing to do with her personal relationship with God. But it's still very cool to watch her walk with Him.