I feel like I need to mention that my family gave me permission to share this story. They are supportive, encouraging and selfless. I am so blessed by them and immeasurably thankful for them. I love them deeply!!
To set the stage for where God was directing me I need to go back and tell you about growing up a little sister. I looked up to my big sister and completely adored her growing up. Unless you are a little sis with a big sis, I am not sure you can understand the depth of this admiration. All a big sister would see is the frustrating results “Mom, she’s copying me again!” “Mom, she is following me around, she won’t leave me alone!” “Mom, she took my cloths again!!” It was all out of a desire to be with her & be like her. I didn’t mean to be a bother. I just wanted to be close to what was the brightest star in my universe.
My parents raised us with grace and love. They did an excellent job. No parent is perfect. I am not a perfect parent. The conflict in our home was difficult for all of us. For a tenderhearted, peacemaking kid like me, I felt like I was growing up in World War 3. It started when my sister hit high school.