Whispers of Sisters

Secrets shared and stories told,

In that time we had my memory still holds.

We breathed soft tones feathered across our lips,

In the dark we shared, what in the day each had missed.

Dreams and plans with some rattling thoughts,

Unfolding the events that life had brought.

Getting to know you day by day,

Learning to see you in a different way.

All grew deeper as each night approached,

When the whispering began and many laughs we choked.

It was by chance in life that we shared the same bed,

Now love had formed surely from all that we said.

My sister, my friend, you’re stamped into my heart,

In a bond that began . . . as we whispered in the dark.

Wendi Maddox

Author’s Look~

What is more golden in life than sisters?

It is such a gift in life to get a built in playmate and friend. I was born into a family that already had twin girls, so I was blessed from day one with some really great big sisters, and later in life, I would be given the gift of a baby sister.

What I didn’t see coming was the sister my age, who would be a friend and constant companion for me in the growing up years. The twist and turns of life brought us together, and when our families united in marriage, it was official- we were sisters!

When you are in a family with 8 kids, there is a lot of bed sharing going on to make it all work. As a result, there was a season where my new sister and I would share a bed, and it was during those times at night, lying there in the dark, that we would begin to talk. Of course, there would be trouble if our parents heard us, so all of the talk had to be in quiet, hushed, whispers- even the giggles and laughter. Yeah, sometimes that didn’t pan out so quietly and came with some parental “reminders”.

Night after night, whatever was on our hearts, just came out, and we talked until there was no longer a reply from the one who had fallen asleep. It’s easy to whisper your heart in the dark. It feels safe. No one can see you. You can be honest and true speaking out into the dark. It was a bonding time, even though at 7 years old, we didn’t know that was what we were doing. We enjoyed sharing, and straining to hear the whispers each shared. It was our own lullaby.

You may not know the gift of a birth sister, but have the same gift in a tight knit friend. A heart sister. . .a kindred spirit who gets you, listens, lifts up and includes. There are things you will whisper to them and not to anyone else. It is safe there with that sister.

That is another gift from God to us on this Earth. Don’t overlook it, but cherish it and give THANKS for it. If that relationship is broken, do your part to mend it. It’s worth saving.

We are called, beloved sisters, to walk in the love and peace of Jesus Christ, and bear witness to His righteousness.https://pinterest.com/lorrainec13

I am forever thankful for my four sisters, and even now, the group text that we are all a part of- popping on whenever and however we want. We know it is a safe place for love and support. We are sisters. We share that bond, and we all know how lucky that we are to have grown up with the moments that we whispered in the dark.

Proverbs 27:17 (NLT) As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.

Tell a sister of any kind, today- I AM THANKFUL FOR YOU!