I have a big sister. (well physically she is smaller than me but she is older) her name is Kat and this is her blog http://joseandkat.blogspot.com/
She is a missionary to Peru and mother to my two favorite little boys in the whole entire world!! I will admit, I didn't like it when she first told me that she was moving to Peru. It made me cry that I couldn't just stop by bring her a sonic coke and hang with her for hours while the boys brought me all of their toys and showed off their karate skills. Even now while typing this I am tearing up because my only sister couldn't be there when I had my first baby. (I had always wanted her there to hold my leg like I held hers for Logan's birth, payback or something:))
I am sad that I don't get to be there to watch my teddy bears open their presents on there ever increasing birthdays. They aren't my little babies anymore, they are "medium boys" who read and spell and get embarrassed around girls.
I will admit it though, I didn't like it when she got married, I love my bro in law, he is an amazing guy who loves his family and was an excellent choice, but at that point in my mind, he was taking away my sister from me. No more late night giggle fests or random trips to the mall together, she was married now and wouldn't have time for her little sister any more.
Like the time she went to Russia, I cried when she left and for the first few weeks, almost every night.
And the time before that when she was in Dallas for two months, I was beside myself when we were driving home from dropping her off.
And the week she was gone when I was 12, I slept in her room the whole week cause I didn't want her gone. But you get the point. Were we always best friends? No. Did we used to fight? Like cats and dogs. I was the annoying little sister that got in the way and used her clothes without asking. She was the big sister that was too cool for me and just wanted to play with her friends without me tagging along.
I'll never forget the day when she came up to me and asked my forgiveness for not being more nice to me we were just kids but she hugged me tight and we cried together for what felt like an hour. From that point on we told each other everything. She was the one person I could go to about everything.
Sometimes I wish I could just walk into her room sit on her bed and talk over my day with her. I wish I could just call her up and meet up at Mcdonalds and talk about everything and nothing while our kids play together on the play place. But I can't. Because she is thousands of miles away.
Changing the world.
If you haven't figured it out yet, I look up to my sister. I admire her deeply and love her so so much. She serves the Lord whole-heartedly and sacrificially. She has willingly given away everything she had to go pick up her cross and follow Christ in His calling for her life. She is wildly creative, very intelligent, an amazing mother and wonderful wife.
Selfishly, I miss my sister. I wish she were here to walk through life as grown ups together, but in my heart I know that she is right where she needs to be. Helping the people of Peru who need her more than I do. I love my big sister and pray I get to have her back here with me some day but in the mean time I pray for her and am comforted in knowing that my big sissy who changed my world is out there changing THE world. I love you Kathryn Lopez. You are amazing.
