If you know me or my family, you know that besides me there are 5 others girls in our family. (There are also two boys.)
I was greatly blessed to have 3 older sisters and two younger ones.
Although I’ve learned from both older and younger, my older sisters Jenni, Kimmi, and Molli have all taught me a lot in my 16 years.
They’ve all been through experiences in which they’ve both failed and been successful.
In their successes,
Jenni taught me just by her actions that you should go after your dreams no matter how many road blocks you encounter. And that even though you may go unnoticed, always do your most honest best and eventually (maybe not on earth) you will be rewarded.
Watching Kimmi, I learned how to be strong through great trials and heartbreak. As she went through probably the most tragic event in her life, i saw a depressed and heartbroken young woman rise out of her despair and turn to God to get her life back on track.
As I spent time with Molli, I heard all of her troubles and frustrations and listened helplessly to do anything for her except give her moral support. Making the decision on her own she chose to enter a very challenging sport as a shy, insecure young girl, working for 2-3 years triumphantly resulting in a confident and strong willed black belt who no longer called it a sport but an art, which she mastered to the fullest extent of two time grand champion and 1st grand champion of her school.
I’ve learned a lot from their successes but my sisters aren’t perfect, as neither am I. They’ve had their failures as well which I’ve also learned from.
But I can never stop thanking God for my family- my parents, my grandparents, my brothers and my sisters- that He so uniquely placed and blessed me with.
As you read this post, stop. Take a moment to think about your family and how you’ve learned from each and every one of them. Thank God this very second for the loving home He gave you and never take it for granted.