I wanted my oldest child, a daughter, to have a sister. I know these things are determined by God, alone.
But sometimes, you get what you want.
I grew up with one sister, a fraternal twin, as a matter of fact. We love each other deeply and also have learned the fine art of driving each other crazy. We're sisters.
I love the deep connection a sister brings. The laughter and The Ugly Cry conversations. The knowing eye contact and the unspoken looks.
My sister and I shared a room and clothes and even a term paper once (oops). We are both mothers, live within 5 miles of each other and share a love a chocolate and sweet tea.
We also share something else in common: a love for Africa. This far-away continent has changed both of our lives. God has used Africa to make us better people and drawn us into a deeper relationship with each other and with Himself.
My sister and her family traveled to Ethiopia less than a year ago to bring home this angel baby:
(My sister's daughters)
She lights up our lives.
But they didn't stop there, they were so moved by the forgotten street children of Ethiopia, the ones too old to be in orphanages or the ones that are sent to the streets by their parents to beg. They knew they had to do something: Into the Streets of Africa was born, with a vision to tackle poverty and loneliness, one child at a time.
Into the Streets of Africa partners with an amazing young man (they met thru their adoption agency) who currently feeds 19 street children, by himself. You can read more about him here.
Our family has decided to support their efforts by going with them....
Because that's what sisters do.
Will you go read about this amazing new ministry launching today?
When you're done visiting, will you come back and tell me about your sister (by blood, or just in your heart)?