Sisters from an era.
Time passed. Marriages. Moves. Children.
Yet the bond, the trust, the comfort - is steadfast.
Stories. Outbursts of laughter.
Concern over a sick child. Tears.
Deep prayer needs. Intercession.
Children meet. Training and correcting.
A new friend. Another life on the cusp of taking his place on the world's stage.
Passion. Great discussion.
But the greatest of these is LOVE.
The night passes too quickly and, though no one wants to, we must leave.
It's late. Husbands wait. Children fuss. Work begins early tomorrow. The drive home is long.
If only time could stand still
so our hearts could be united for a few hours longer.
Because kindred spirits don't happen every day.
Reunions are rare and beautiful. Sisters are a treasure to our souls.
Yet, time and distance don't unravel the knitting of our lives.
We are forever intertwined, impressioned, challenged, and transformed
by the roles we have played in one another's lives.
Here's to koinonia, the sweet fellowship of heaven.