Friend, Sister, Twin

Today is a special day, we are celebrating the birthday of someone who is very dear to me and probably to most of those how know her.

I first called her friend the time we went to Puerto Vallarta Mexico on a mission trip together. It was there that she sat with me on the loading dock at the airport and I poured out my heart when I couldn’t contain all the emotions that trip unlocked. It was there that she and I would ride in the back of the van trying not to fall through the rusted out floor. It was there that the Lord knit our hearts together forever.

I called her sister for the first time when she took me to have a lumpectomy. I called her sister when she helped me move my mom out to Washington from Michigan. I called her sister when she stood by me when I thought my husband would die. I trusted her that first time with my life and probably will until the day I die.

I first called her twin this spring after someone stopped us in a restaurant and asked if we were twins.

I celebrate this day today, my friend, my sister, my twin. My life is more complete with you as a part of it, Happy Birthday.