Today is Sabbath. And I didn’t make it home. Sabbath is the best day of the week. I get to see my family while enjoying God’s inspirational messages in church. After scanning randomly my Facebook pictures, it hit me. I miss them! 😦
This one had so much impact.
The chatty/blabber-filled girl. The listening-lady.
Yeah! Sue me girls. I miss you all. Mama, Papa, and our Darya (just kidding, it’s Daryl my brother).
Well, I’ll just fix this with Sally DeFord’s
My Sister’s Hands
My sister’s hands are fair and white; my sister’s hands are dark
My sister’s hands are touched with age, or by the years unmarked
And often when I pray for strength to live as He commands
The Father sends me sustenance in my sister’s hands
My sister’s hands are lined and worn with burdens of their own
And yet I know that should I mourn, I need not weep alone
For often as I seek His grace to lighten life’s demands
The Father sends me solace borne in my sister’s hands
My sister’s hands: compassion’s tools that teach my own their art
Witnesses of charity within the human heart
Bearers of the Savior’s love and mercy unto man
I have felt the Master’s touch in my sister’s hands
If you have a sister or a brother, tell them you love them.
(Though I find it so hard all the time. I will take a bold step this time.)
We’ll get there girls. mwah! I love you!