I am a twin. Ever since I can remember, my sister has been there.
Right next to me.
It seems like yesterday we were silly little girls chasing each other around the house screaming at the top of our lungs. Giggling beneath the covers and fighting over Mama’s lap. We were partners. No matter what I did, no matter where I went, I knew she’d go with me. Not to say that we always got along. Cause we didn’t. And we sure knew how to get in trouble together. It was the summer before kindergarten, and we were supposed to be napping in our room. It was so hot. Dreadfully uncomfortable. The fan was on high, but the Louisiana humidity was higher, and we couldn’t sleep. Someone had the brilliant idea to “decorate” our room instead. We used crayons and markers to create beautiful paintings on our white bedroom walls. Our best friend, Robbie, was in on this with us, and when we finished, we lay back on the bed to admire our work.
The three of us gazed up at our handiwork as if we had just painted the Sistine Chapel.
Well, you can imagine how “proud” Mama was when she got home. Yeah, so proud that she gave us two buckets of soapy water and made us clean as high as we could reach. Mama ended up having to repaint the entire room, it was so bad. I honestly don’t know what was more fun… coloring the walls or cleaning them. We had so many adventures together.
My sister and I are as different as night and day. She was always the logical one. Confident and grounded in her decisions. I, on the other hand, was a dreamer. Lost in thought and very self-conscious. I was like a balloon that could float away, but she was always my tether.
Yeah, she was there through it all.
First day of school tears, bullies in first grade. Bad grades in second and the best year ever in third. Losing my best friend in fourth grade, and low self-esteem in fifth. She was my constant ally. Every step I have taken, through every heartache and the greatest joys, she has been there. When we lost Mama in high school, when I got my first kiss, and when we drove away from home to go to college. She held my hand through devastating break-ups and lay awake late into the night, giggling over unforgettable first dates. She’s the best listener I’ve ever met.
She is my best friend. My other half.
My first wombmate and my college roommate.
Ruth 1:16 says, “But Ruth replied, “Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God.”
This verse speaks of the loyalty between Ruth and Naomi. Of love and commitment. The friendship between people in the same family. Like-minded in their resolve. Dedicated to their faith and standing together. And it reminds me of my sister who has been by my side through it all.
Today, I thank God for family. I’m so glad that no matter where I go, they will go there with me.