Many years ago, two sisters from our college department came over to my house to spend some time with my girls. They created "sister day" and played with my young girls, took them to the mall, and just spent time making them feel special. I remember begin shocked that two young women would sacrifice their time to play Barbies and eat ice cream in a food court with little girls just four and six. After they left, "sister day" was excitedly talked about for weeks to come. We still occasionally bring up those special "sister days" and the girls laugh and share some memory. Over time many college girls would spend time in my home loving on my children. There really was nothing in it for them (I clearly wasn't paying them) but they would take them to the movies or grab ice cream. They would stay at the house with them and enter their worlds of make-believe wholeheartedly enjoying what made the kids happy. They would make cookies, crafts, and gingerbread houses, and they always seemed to genuinely love my children. What an incredible blessing to have these precious young women forever written on the memories of the hearts of my family! As I think over these memories, I smile and miss those girls hanging out in my living room watching all the quirks of my family but loving us nonetheless. And now I see the Christ-like love that they modeled for my girls coming back around to be poured upon a new generation of little women. Remember Cora from the plant? This is Cora and she is one of the many special little girls in the lives of my daughters. Today she came over for peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches and to play American Girls with Emma and Annabeth. There really wasn't a reason or need for this sudden playdate other than my girls just wanted to love on her. I've watched Annabeth hop around for hours in the front yard with the two little ones from across the street and Emma bend to listen to the sweet stories of the lives of young ones at church. My girls will often come up with ideas to do with little girls just like Miss Livy or Miss Nicole or Miss Sarah or Miss Kara or Miss Mandy or Miss Oli did for them. They cry tears when saying good-bye but they always smile with the memories and testify to the goodness of the Lord to bring another Godly young woman to pour into their lives. As they've grown up, these young women now turned wives, mothers, missionaries are now their sisters in Christ and what a beautiful legacy they've left to be carried on by my two young women who I pray will continue to show the love of Christ to the little ones placed in their lives as well.
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