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June 30, 2021
When my sister and I were growing up we shared a bedroom. As little girls it was the best thing ever! It was like having a spend-the-night party with your built-in best friend every night!
As we got older it wasn’t quite as fun, but we managed. Admittedly the teenage years were pretty rough! You can imagine the drama. We shared everything. And everything meant that it was a race to be the one who made it first to that favorite outfit or pair of shoes. Sometimes those races didn’t end well.
In our early years each morning we had a routine. Whoever woke up first in the morning had to sing to the other until she woke up. Hmmm…. Now that I think about that, maybe that’s why my sister has such a lovely voice. She got a lot of practice!
Once we were awake we would embrace in a bear hug, and then we were off to the living room hoping to watch some cartoons. If it was a Saturday, and we were early enough, we were likely to find some. I remember getting up so early a few times that the television stations were not on the air yet! (For those of you too young to know what I’m talking about, back then stations did not broadcast during the night. When you turned on the TV it was just a screen of snowy static.)
Our Saturday morning cartoon favorites were Bugs Bunny, Hong-Kong Phooey, the Really Rottens, and of course Justice League. Yogi Bear, Wonder Dog, the Flintstones, Captain Caveman, and Schoolhouse Rock never disappointed either.
My sister always took care of me. Mom says that when I was born it was like she had received a living baby doll to play with. Even in our older years I could always depend on my big sister to protect and guide me.
When we were young and sharing that bedroom, some nights it was hard to go to sleep. It might be that we were being silly or giggling. Sometimes it was that I was scared or having bad dreams. Many times it was that the room was hot and the crickets outside our open windows were loud!
This leads me to the story. One night I remember being alarmingly awakened by the sound of the broom slapping the wall. WHOMP, WHOMP, WHOMP! I was delirious. What is happening?
I turned on the light to see my sister furiously fighting with the most gigantic beetle I had ever seen! It had been flying around the room and she was determined to get it. She had drawn her weapon (the straw broom) and was in full defense mode.
Until that noise, I was completely unaware and resting peacefully. Little did I know that she was working to protect me from this enemy.
Have you ever thought about how often Jesus works to protect us and intercede for us when we are not even aware?
Jesus is our ultimate defender. He gave his life so that we could restore our relationship with God. He continues to intercede on our behalf.
I am thankful that my sister has always looked out for me. She has saved me from more than just that giant Whomp Bug. But I am even more thankful for my heavenly protector who has created the bridge that was necessary for my soul’s restoration with God.
The Whomp Bug…
The Whomp Bug…
When my sister and I were growing up we shared a bedroom. As little girls it was the best thing ever! It was like having a spend-the-night party with your built-in best friend every night!
As we got older it wasn’t quite as fun, but we managed. Admittedly the teenage years were pretty rough! You can imagine the drama. We shared everything. And everything meant that it was a race to be the one who made it first to that favorite outfit or pair of shoes. Sometimes those races didn’t end well.
In our early years each morning we had a routine. Whoever woke up first in the morning had to sing to the other until she woke up. Hmmm…. Now that I think about that, maybe that’s why my sister has such a lovely voice. She got a lot of practice!
Once we were awake we would embrace in a bear hug, and then we were off to the living room hoping to watch some cartoons. If it was a Saturday, and we were early enough, we were likely to find some. I remember getting up so early a few times that the television stations were not on the air yet! (For those of you too young to know what I’m talking about, back then stations did not broadcast during the night. When you turned on the TV it was just a screen of snowy static.)
Our Saturday morning cartoon favorites were Bugs Bunny, Hong-Kong Phooey, the Really Rottens, and of course Justice League. Yogi Bear, Wonder Dog, the Flintstones, Captain Caveman, and Schoolhouse Rock never disappointed either.
My sister always took care of me. Mom says that when I was born it was like she had received a living baby doll to play with. Even in our older years I could always depend on my big sister to protect and guide me.
When we were young and sharing that bedroom, some nights it was hard to go to sleep. It might be that we were being silly or giggling. Sometimes it was that I was scared or having bad dreams. Many times it was that the room was hot and the crickets outside our open windows were loud!
This leads me to the story. One night I remember being alarmingly awakened by the sound of the broom slapping the wall. WHOMP, WHOMP, WHOMP! I was delirious. What is happening?
I turned on the light to see my sister furiously fighting with the most gigantic beetle I had ever seen! It had been flying around the room and she was determined to get it. She had drawn her weapon (the straw broom) and was in full defense mode.
Until that noise, I was completely unaware and resting peacefully. Little did I know that she was working to protect me from this enemy.
Have you ever thought about how often Jesus works to protect us and intercede for us when we are not even aware?
Romans 8:34-35 (NIV)
Romans 8:34-35 (NIV)
Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?
Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?
Jesus is our ultimate defender. He gave his life so that we could restore our relationship with God. He continues to intercede on our behalf.
I am thankful that my sister has always looked out for me. She has saved me from more than just that giant Whomp Bug. But I am even more thankful for my heavenly protector who has created the bridge that was necessary for my soul’s restoration with God.
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