When someone mentions my sister, Christa, a few things come to mind: sister, friend, child of God. So many years of sisterly companionship have passed - we've laughed together and cried together; we've sung crazy songs together-laughing as we sang. We've cleaned together, donning bleach-stained aprons, armed with endust and windex. We've fought and forgiven each other while tears ran down our cheeks.
We've attended weddings together - admiring the bride and looking forward to the day when we too would meet the man of our dreams. I watched, with misty eyes, as she walked down the aisle on my father's arm. I remember her smiling at her knight in shining armor, the man who awaited his beloved bride, my precious sister. I recently rejoiced with her as we discovered she's expecting a baby boy! I've prayed in the peaceful times when I think of her, my sister and friend. I miss her so much!
I pray that on this, her 23rd birthday, that she will experience the joy and wonder of Christ Jesus. That she will be blessed beyond measure now and in the years to come!
Happy Birthday Christa! I love you!