Wednesday, November 2, 2011

The Days of Yester.

If you read my sister's blog NATural Fun--you would know that she recently wrote a post about our past as siblings growing up with our dad. She writes honestly and realistically about life as we know it. About life as it is now. But most of all, she always incorporates how our God is all loving, all powerful and always in control of our ridiculous and "busy" lives that we busy ourselves with. That and you can guarantee that it is the MOST grammatically correct  blog you will probably find. Me on the other hand, I'm the uncouth one. (Nat, I hope you find that as a complement).


So, being the baby sister that I am--I'm going to piggy back off that post. You will see the picture below is a wonderful depiction of us as kids. You will see that my sister is taller and older. I am trying to put my arm OVER her shoulders and stand as tall as her. Something I always tried to do, I was her shadow.


I'm the reminiscent kind. I'm a wanderer and a dreamer. Sometimes I would say I invest too much time focusing on the future or trying so hard to cherish sweet memories of the past that I do not like to salvage the present. However, I think taking moments to reflect on that sweet nostalgia is quite alright and needed on certain days at those certain moments the remind you to savor every day that you don't deserve.

I love my sister more than I can explain. She is right there with me in this journey. She is my prayer warrior and humble encourager. I look back on those early summer days where it all began and all we did was play games, eat grilled cheeses and be sisters. Those grew into the more fun moments of sitting outside of our house with golf clubs in hand when we were home alone because we thought someone was in our ceiling--- to driving around in my jeep with the top down while sunny and raining--to running in the rain to the end of our street and back because we could.

Even though the days of catching June bugs and finding "wooden frogs" may not occur as much--they are still patched to quilt of our memories.

So, dear friends, of course I encourage to live today--but do not forget those special moments or people that were in your past that are still holding your hand today. We call those "ToYester" friends. And by we, I mean I do. I call them that. If you don't get that--it's cool.

Sing loud. Remember well. Love more. Bear lasting fruit.

SM