To the girl who will marry my little brother,
Let me start off by saying that this isn’t one of those letters where I try to be the super intimidating, over-protective older sister so that no girl will think she’s good enough for my little brother. That’s not the goal here. In fact, that’s the exact opposite of my goal. I want you to know that I’ve been praying for you longer than you probably realize. I’ve asked God over and over to bring you into my brother’s life at just the right time, and I’ve asked that you would be the Lord’s absolute best for my little brother. I’m fully confident that He is going to answer that prayer, which makes me even more excited to meet you.
Continue reading “To The Girl Who Will One Day Marry My Little Brother”
When I was six years old, I found out that my mom was pregnant for the third time. And every night before I went to sleep, I would crawl in my bed and pray that God would give me a little sister. I had to pray extra hard too, because my little brother was praying that the baby would be a boy. Now I joke and say that God obviously loved me more since He answered my prayer.
My little sister is 16 years old now. She’s in high school. She’s driving. She’s taller than me. And she’s got the funniest, sassiest, and most outgoing personality of anyone I know. (Also, people think we’re twins…which I’m sure will be flattering in like ten years, but not today.)
Continue reading “Dear Little Sister,”