I have the best sisters. We are different yet so similar. The three of us were together last night for a while at our parents' house. We sat and talked and laughed and just enjoyed each other.
When I went home, I thought about the people who cannot relate to this blessing. There are broken homes with families who just cannot get along. Personalities that won't blend. Words and thoughts that hurt. Don't get me wrong, we've had our share of misunderstandings and said things that shouldn't have been said over the years. But we are able talk about it. Work through it. Restore and move on. When no one else wanted a part of my life, they were there. When things were going great, they were there. If I needed a place to go, their home was mine. The bonds of friendship only go so far. Family truly is for life.
I love my sisters. We have a bond, by blood and in Christ. I am so thankful to have them woven throughout the tapestry of my life.