My sister

So, I have this sister.
A beautiful creature.
She's funny and has a big heart.
Smarter and more courageous than she knows.
But she's broken...
very broken.
Broken by the world.
Not that she has had to endure more than any other teenage girl, but Satan has it out for her lately. And it breaks my heart, because she doesn't see it. Satan takes his foothold without her acknowledgment. She fights, but she fights against herself, family, and the Lord... not the evil one.
When I am away from her I have nothing but compassion, my heart aches for her. The tears on my face will tell you that I would like for nothing more for her to see how beautiful life is. How beautiful SHE is. How BEAUUUTIFUL THE LORD IS! Most of all, for her to have an unbreakable, thirsting, relationship with the Lord.
But when I am with her, Satan gets the best of me too. My patience dwindles. My compassion evaporates as she presses every button she knows how to. Voices raise too quickly and end in silent anger.
We are at war, only some do not see it. How dangerous to be in a war and not realize it?! Only, it's not with each like we often think, but with devil.


"We were born into a world at war. This scene we're living in is no sitcom; it's bloody battle. Haven't you noticed with what deadly accuracy the wound was given? Those blows you've taken - they were not random accidents at all. They hit dead center... It was an attempt to take you out; to cripple or destroy your strength and get you out of the action." - John Eldridge
So behind all the teenage attitude and "big girl wisdom"... I know the little girl is in there. Let her reach out and ask for help?

Please? Let yourself be vulnerable, to the one that matters. To your creator, father, Lord, savior, friend, and healer. I love you.