Sisters.

As I write this, I’m sitting in the backseat of a SUV and the only sound I can hear is the rushing wind that is audible when driving fast through the wilderness.

I’m tired.
I’m exhausted.
But in the best way.

I’m on my way back home with a pep in my step and a greater hope in my heart.

I have seen a new part of the heart of God this weekend. I’m sure of it.

I am a whimsical romantic, it’s true. It has become dormant in me in the past few years, however, for whatever reason. On a whim, I decided to go to my hometown with a friend on Saturday, (I needed to get tests done anyways).

Words cannot describe how the Lord blessed my heart this weekend.

On a whim, I ended up in Portland. I immediately arrived in my sister’s company where I was then whisked off to the ocean. If you know my heart at all, you know that the ocean is my most favorite of places and that my sister and I have never had a real “sisterly” relationship.

The oceans connect me with the Lord in a way that I’m sure most of you understand, and if you don’t, please, I urge you… Go, seek, find.

To address the issue with my sister, I will only say this, she is quite a bit older than me so we did not grow up together. We are almost polar opposite in personality. Also, yes, she is my only sibling. We have always been at different stages, and probably always will be.

On the way to the beach, I was silently talking to God, asking for a divine encounter. To which He responded with an almost audible, “watch this”.

Sister and I had a blast at the beach, and for the very first time, it didn’t matter the age difference. We got matching sweaters. We collected an insane amount of whole seashells at the shoreline. We watched the sunset and took what felt like a million selfies together. There was no stress, no premise, no walls up. We were sisters.

I snapped this picture of her without her noticing.

I saw a strength in my sister that I’d only ever seen as weakness before. I felt peace restored in my soul as the ocean flooded over my feet. I heard God whispering a love song I’d never heard before.

A lot of other wonderful things happened while I was on the west side. I got to see my best friend, I got to hang with my mom, and definitely visited my favorite bookstore… But this memory of our beach trip will resonate within my heart throughout my entire life.

there’s nothing like the love of a sister.

All my love.