It’s been
two months since we left home and I miss it terribly. Our travels, of both physical
and spiritual,
have been incredible to say the least. It’s been like living inside the novel
Nadja, by Andre Breton, you don’t quite understand the organization, but in the
end everything makes sense. It was like our journey; it seemed strange and
incoherent, but in the end I get it. We became better sisters, better
friends, and better Christians. You
believed again and I learned to understand.
When we
left you I began to “miss both the land and the person” I had become there. I
didn’t think leaving Georgia would bring me
closer to God or you. In fact, to my ultimate surprise, it did both. Funny, l
thought that leaving the Bible belt for the land of sin itself (figuratively
speaking), Miami, would only tear down what we
had been building. Crazy though, Miami made things even better.
We learned
how to trust each other, to be honest and caring, but most importantly we
learned how to be children again. I realized that life itself is one big crazy
adventure, one that we need each other for. It’s like that song from The Parent Trap: Let’s stick together,yeah yeah yeah. I mean it makes sense; sisters taking on the world!
What
couldn’t we conquer?
We had overcome our jealousy, so why not overcome our insecurities or overcome our misguided irritations at
mom or life itself? I mean we’ve got God and each other, so what else do we
really need?
So,
whadya say sis, do I have a friend in you?
