Being a big sister is hard. I know. I've been one for 28 years.When I was in college my brother was dating a girl that I didn't like. He had been dating her for several years and in my outspoken-pushy-big-sister sort of way, I had made it very clear to him that I didn't like her. Although I had some legitimate reasons for my concern, I did not express it in love [not even anything close to love] and it almost destroyed our relationship.
Thankfully, in God's infinite wisdom, after years of fighting, he allowed me to get to the point where I had to give up trying to control my brother's choices about whom to date, and just leave him in the Lord's hands. I stopped telling him what I thought he should do with his life. But I prayed for him constantly.
A few years later he met Valeen ...
When I read his blog post yesterday, I started crying. To hear him talk about his wife this way is what I had prayed for for so many years.
I knew that I'd do anything to fix the mess that I was in order to be the man she deserves. I knew she was much more than I deserved.My dream is to feel that way about my husband. And have him think of me like that. I hope the Lord fulfills that dream. But it's so obvious to me now that God's plan is the best one. And his timing truly IS perfect. And when I think of stories like Chris and Valeen's, my impatience and doubt seems so silly.
When I grow up and get married, I want to be just like my little brother.
5 comments:
Hey thanks, Bek. But please don't cry.
I think that's the nicest post I've ever read! :)
P.S. I like that old-school photo of us. What a great shot. Where'd you get that?
What a wonderful story, and you are a gifted writer! :)
Thanks Amanda. :)
awww......
love this!
That officially made me cry. Wow, Becky. That was beautiful.
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