her severely nauseous, dizzy, short of breath and altogether miserable.
As I watch her shift in her bed in discomfort, never complaining, but just desperately hoping to turn that proverbial corner; something stirs in me--grows in me---and finds it's way out. It's a love that involves every part of me. A love to which I must assign my hands and feet--because this love requires action. It's a fierce love...something sisters share from cradle to grave, and it's not something I've ever had to manufacture or muster.
And as I refill her ice chips, try to straighten her pillow, rub her feet, or help her sit up, I know each action is simply an expression of that fierce love. And though most of what I offer is lame and useless in all practicality, I do it because I love her, and I am resolutely compelled to comfort her in the only ways I know how.
So tonight as I think of my sis, and also of my God, I am thankful for much...
I am thankful that He has given me the capacity to fiercely love, and that I learned all about what this kind of love looks like from the best---the very girl healing in that hospital bed tonight.
I am thankful to be fiercely loved by two big sisters I adore...who have gone to bat for me my whole life, and who will never stop seeing me as their baby sister---at least I hope not.
And I am thankful that I am loved by the very Author of life itself, with the most Protective, Passionate, Perfect and Fiercest love of all...