Today, we celebrate our 42nd year. We traveled to see a friend, whose mom is battling cancer, and we enjoyed a very special day with her and her daughter.
On our drive home we laughed as Tammy’s toddler went back and forth, second to second – saying so sweetly, “Momma. Momma. Momma.”
To another second, screaming – “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
We laughed. We listened. We cherished.
We get to do life together today and that my friends – is a complete miracle.
In this 42nd year, we are asking God to share our story with whomever He chooses.
Risking more. Sharing deeper.
The story of our Inseparable Twin lives is waiting to be picked up by a publisher. If this is in His plans, it will happen, and we trust the process – whatever that might look like.
Meanwhile, we share wherever He leads. We tell His story so that others will heal and walk in Christ-sized freedom.
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My sister’s life, and her choices, profoundly shaped much of my security in Christ. There were times I had lost my twin. Even times that I hated my own voice, because I was so angry at the pain she was inflicting on herself, and on us, her family.
I am my sister’s keeper. I carry her in my heart. I breathe her story. I and she are one heartbeat, two bodies, and we are privileged to share in His infinite grace and His divine completion of each of our stories.
There was no gentle in this for me. It didn’t feel like a place in any way. It felt like Hell. I not only carried my pain into those four walls, but I walked in there with my parents – two broken-hearted, defeated, tired parents. Parents who loved their kids, and never signed up for this. Parents who had no idea what else to do.
I carried so much pain. And when I saw her – my twin – My Tammy – I carried her pain too. It was more than I could bear, and much more than she could carry.
Because I persevered and walked through my healing, I was able to let God in to that dark hole that had become my heart. I was finally free and I knew that God forgave me. He was always there, ready to forgive, but I was unable to receive it. I finally allowed His redemptive love to cleanse me in the deepest places of my hurt.
My life is a beautiful canvas of His promise to restore, redeem and rebuild.
I am the baby in my family by three minutes. In addition to a twin sister, I have two older brothers. I sucked my thumb until I was in middle school. I stopped when I realized I was the only one with this habit at a slumber party. Soon after, I discovered a new habit, the bottle. The bottle I speak of almost destroyed me. This bottle was full of poison. Alcohol is poison to someone with a family history of alcoholism.
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