Last December, everything in my little world was happily humming along. Enough that I became a bit self-congratulatory, “I’m doing great with this whole healing process, gaining emotional stability…”
And the next week, I crashed. I could barely get the morning chores done and the kids off to school before collapsing into tears. Every awful thing spun through my head like a broken record during the day then revisited me in nightmares.
I talked to my sister daily, “What is wrong with me? Will this haunt me for the rest of my life.”
And after three days she confessed, “I know what’s wrong. I’ve been fasting for you every Friday and last week I skipped.”
I was stunned.
Fasting. For me. Every single week.
“I’ve been doing it for a long time,” she explained, “I knew you needed extra heavenly help.”
Once I found words, I gasped, “Thank you! And please never skip a week again.”
To have a sister like that. To be a sister like that.
You can scarcely read my blog without knowing Ruth’s virtues– she’s strong stable, good to the core. A marathon runner who will slow her pace to walk with you and XXX. Give Ruth an hour and she’ll throw an amazing party (without panicking or whining), give her 20 minutes and she’ll prepare one of the best dinners you’ve ever eaten. In her spare moments, she pens stories (look for her best-selling novel later this year…as soon as she finds an agent), gardens and creates magic for her four kids.
This morning, Ruth’s friends threw a surprise party complete with strawberry shortcake and a photo collage in the shape of 40. Gathering friends has always been one of Ruth’s gifts. They adore her, will do anything for her and usually love me too just by virtue of association.
Ruth’s kindness has made me think more of my own friends (especially my friends without sisters). I can and should fast for someone every week. As women, as sisters, I know we have great power to help each other both physically and spiritually.
I did send a box in the mail, but my real gift to Ruth this year is a commitment to fast every Friday for friends who need a sister like mine. And maybe, I’ll become just a little bit more like her.
Ruth’s birthday post from 2008. Always worth a reread.
Happy birthday darling sister!