Here Comes the Bride, Part II

In less than a month, my sister will be the one walking down the aisle in the white dress. As I type those words, I have trouble believing them. This girl has been with me since I was born, and put up with all my shenanigans! Now don't get me wrong, it's not like we get along perfectly all the time, and there were some years where the only times I spoke to her I said mean things. But she has been there for me through it all. You can't get rid of your siblings, but you don't have to be friends with them. It takes work. Sometimes I forget that, but I will never stop loving my sister, even when she has a different last name. I'd like to leave a few memories here, from through the years.

Camping trips with the Majors. From hikes without the parents, to "swimming" in the lake when we weren't supposed to, those trips made our younger years so much fun!

Swimming at the Davis' house. Almost every day of the summer, we would be over with Colbie and Hannah, swimming and making up games in the pool, normally followed by popcorn and Kool-Aid. Although we would all fight like sisters, we still had a good time!


Crazy summer adventures. After Abby had been in college for a year, when she came home for the summer we were much better friends than we had ever been before! We had people over to play Scattergories, watched a ton of movies, and made lots of memories. The next summer, right before I left for college, I would go visit her in Tuscaloosa for lots of card playing and laying out by the pool!


Roommates for life (until June 11). My freshman and sophomore year of college, we were reunited under one roof, and lived together until just a few weeks ago. Most people think it's insane that we could survive living together, but I wouldn't have had it any other way! I know I learned so much from her and can't wait to see what God has in store for her now!

All this to say, I love her SO much it hurts, even when I don't show it very well. I am a little scared of change, but I am so happy that she has found someone she wants to spend the rest of her life with, and can't wait to visit them all the time only a short drive from my parent's house!

The Art of Expecting the Unexpected

As my last post revealed, I started early in preparing for my finals. Little did I know they would be cancelled, due to a weather disaster. While I am beyond happy to have been relieved early of my school duties, I would devote hundreds of hours to the books to have Tuscaloosa put back in order. I can prepare for exams I dread for days on end, but no school lessons have ever prepared me for a walk through my second home-town after it had been terrorized by nature. I never thought somewhere that is so familiar to me would become instantly unrecognizable. But life goes on. Though I left for a few days, I will be returning to my school on Tuesday. I am fearful of falling back into my selfish routine upon arrival, but I will be fighting that with all my heart. I pray for a heart for the hurting, and the strength to help in whatever way I am needed. Today, there is no list. I could list things the city of Tuscaloosa needs, I could list what I hope to do when I get back, and I could list what I wish would happen. These lists would be unending and I do not want to drone endlessly. But I have a deep love for my city, my school, and I pray that Christ's love will be shone through my life as I attempt to help rebuild this place that means so much to me.