Well, it never gets easier. I have been married for a little over two years now. My parents have lived in Washington for about four years. My sisters and I are not scattered up and down the coast. Abigail is a senior at San Diego Christian College in El Cajon, San Diego. Amy is about to finish her second year at Ecola Bible College in Cannon Beach, Oregon and Allison is a senior in high school in Port Angeles, Washington. I always miss them, but today I was missing them extra bad. So I decided to write them a little love note.
Dear Sisters,
It never gets easier. No matter how busy I am, how many dear friends the Lord blesses me with, how many songs I play on repeat or movies I watch to distract me...it never gets easier to be away from you. Besides my husband, you are the most precious things to me on this planet. I am crazy about you, pray for you, admire you, fight for you, cheer you on, write songs for you, brag about you, and think about you every day.
Abigail, you are my rock. Even though these last few years have drastically changed our relationship, I know that some things will always stay the same. I have always wanted to be like you. You are so driven and faithful. You have stayed on this path and run so hard after Jesus, more than most people I know. I love the way you make "friends for life" and that you don't ever give up on anyone. Thank you for always extending grace to me and choosing to see me in the best light. Your dreams blow me away and your character is so honorable. Your strength is astounding yet simple, and your are simply amazing. I love you.
Amy (Ames) my boom chicka. You sure know how to light up a room. It's not just your jaw dropping smile or that you are smok'in hott. It's the way you make each person you come in contact with feel special. People really know your love for them and I know that people have seen Christ in you and chosen to follow after Him. You see the world in such a beautiful way and I love how you express it in your art. Everything about you is art, from the way you throw your hair up in the morning to the way you treat your relationships with the same care and precision that you put into your paintings. You are creating something so beautiful with your life, my little spirit-filled wonder. I am better because I know you, most people are. I love you.
Allison, you are a thing to behold. Those times in PA when you would come home from school, plop down on my bed, and go on and on about your day are some of my most treasured times. I was so honored that your considered me a confidant, your thoughts are pure gold to me Allison. I love the way you feel everything in your life so fully. Your courage is so honoring to the Lord, the way you are not afraid to be real and vulnerable. Whether we are painting the town red or sipping lattes at Bella's...you make each moment last. You are growing in so many ways and facing so much adversity head on. You are blooming, Allison, and the world has no idea what they are in for. My brave one, my muse, my baby sister...I love you.
If you see my Mom and Dad anytime soon, tell them what a great job they have done in parenting us. I am so grateful to them for the home they created for us and for bringing my favorite people into the world.
