I Prayed For Her Finally

I remember when i was a kid and my little sister came running in the house. I was about 8 years old and she was about 5. I remember her running in crying saying that a little boy threw something and hit her in the face. I didn't even ask her what it was, i just immediately got upset and ran out the front door looking for the boy. I grabbed the boy, picked him up off the ground and threw him on the back of my moms car (i was a strong kid). I remember them having to come running out of my house to stop me from hurting him. We were kids so it wasn't adult hurt, it was more like "kid hurt" lol. The kid was ok but i was just very protective of my little sister.

Then i remember another time when i got much older and i was in her apartment sleeping. She ran in with tears in her eyes because her feelings were hurt. It wasn't on e of those times where you cry when a person says something just to try and hurt your feelings. But, it was tears as if someone was trying to not only hurt you but did. I got up and walked outside then down to the apartment where she was. I'm downstairs looking upstairs calling out everyone in the house. I was known in the neighborhood so people tried to calm me down but i was ready for whatever would happen. I ended up (after a long time of knowing the didn't want any trouble) leaving and doing something special for her so she would feel better.

The funny thing is, the way i was raised (by my cousins, and brothers), i though that this was the way you showed you loved someone. I was willing to fight and put my life on the line in a physical way every time. The issue with that was, after all the pain and hurt that you inflict...the problem was never solved but continued. We are a very close family and i took pride in protecting my sisters because of my mother. Although i am the youngest out of 4 boys, i was always the most responsive one. But then....

Today happened. Many years after thinking that way, and thinking i was solving problems but wasn't...i found Jesus. Today at church, my little sister (who is very grown with kids of her own now) sat next to me and when i seen her i gave her a HUGE hug. The speaker stopped the service and said, "touch the person next to you and pray for them". My sister and i were the only two where we were sitting. I reached over and touched her, she started smiling which made me laugh (because our relationship is so tight). I closed my eyes and began to pray. At first it felt weird, but it shouldn't have because i pray for many people everyday. But i began to think that since she has been born, prayer had never been something i did while laying hands on her. At that moment, i began to think back when we were kids and that pride came back but this time it was excitement. I started to pray harder and began to speak things into her life. Knowing God had to have heard my heart, i felt something in me was completed between her and i.

Its amazing how words can go beyond anything physical we could ever do. I have encouraged her, protected her, helped her, loved her and today i had a chance to pray with/for her. God is good.

Love you sis
Happy Mothers Day