I grew up with my extended family. Every Sunday after church all my aunts, uncles, and cousins would meet at my grandparent’s farm. My grandmother prepared what most people would consider a Thanksgiving dinner every week – mashed potatoes, homemade noodles, roast or turkey… My mom has continued this tradition with my siblings and their growing families. It is amazing to go back to. After my sisters and I clean up the table we sit with our steaming hot coffee and catch up. I love those moments.
I live too far to do that every week. In fact, it sometimes doesn’t happen in a calendar year. That’s just how home assignments go.
But, God has been good to me. He has provided “family” in every location we’ve moved. He has provided “sister’s in Christ”. I just returned from a ladies retreat where I got to see some of those sisters and to be honest I adopted a few more. It was a retreat for English speaking Christians here on the island. It wasn’t affiliated with a specific sending organization, nor was it focused on a specific nationality. It was beautiful.
- God’s girls hiking in the mountains together.
- God’s girls playing “Catch Phrase” together.
- God’s girls singing His praises together.
- God’s girls crying together over some tough circumstances.
- God’s girls giggling in bed like two schoolgirls trying to be quiet so they don’t get in trouble from their mother.
God’s girls are sisters. He has no boundaries in his family. There is no nationality boundary. No racial boundary. No age boundary. No ability/disability boundary. My sisters in Christ are a beautiful bunch of gals.
How about you? Have you been able to find “sisters” among the women you meet where you are located?