That is what this little bundle of joy.
Strength.
She is full of hugs and kisses, ready to share, or to just give away and never, NEVER expect ANYTHING back.
She is full of hope and perserverance.
She trusted and loved strangers that she embraced as family.
She didn't give up when she didn't understand a word we were saying, "What in the world is this spaghetti stuff you are feeding me?" is what she was probably thinking.
But she ate our food, she gave her hugs annd kisses to us; her hope spread out and filled our hearts.
She has taught me how to be Christ's hands and feet. How to wash the dishes and sweep the floor with spunk.
She laughs and you can't help but laugh with her.
She is a child; she is my sister. And oh, how grateful I am God gave her to me. Why he chose her to love me, I don't know but I am thankful for her!
We have our older sister/little sister moments but thats part of being sisters. We are kind of like sandpaper for each other. We rub off the rough spots on one another. She dances wether in a ballet outfit or jeans and we dance with her (or both).
How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “Your God reigns!”
Isaiah 52:6-8
