By Jan Davis
Special to The PREVIEW
My sister and I shared a bedroom, clothes and chores. When the lights went out at night, we shared secrets. We also shared a common nemesis and learned to stick together for protection. We laughed and cried together. Life was easier because we were sisters.
We played house and pretended to be grown with families of our own. Basketball games in the winter and softball in the summer found us side by side on the bleachers cheering our teams to victory.
As teenagers, we didn’t always get along. I returned from a trip to discover my sister had dated my boyfriend. Furious, I moved into the guest room and refused to speak to her. My father grounded me as a result. It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t do anything wrong. Why discipline me? She’s the one Daddy should have punished.
In the meantime, my sister stayed in our room, slept in our bed and went out with our friends. Her life never skipped a beat while mine remained grounded in the guest room.
I couldn’t get past the betrayal. Unforgiveness had me stuck in the past. To move forward, I needed to forgive. Not easy, but necessary.
It would be a month before I was willing to forgive. Forgiveness opened the door for a long talk with my sister. We decided to blame the guy. He was a jerk to ask her out in the first place. Time provided a different perspective and one I could accept.
As the big sister, I sometimes tend to be opinionated and controlling. My baby sister can be presumptuous and self-absorbed. Over the years, these characteristics have afforded us plenty of opportunities to forgive.
Because of Jesus, we choose to overlook the shortcomings and walk in forgiveness. She is my sister and sisters forgive.
“Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.” — Colossians 3:13 (NIV).
I love you, but Jesus loves you more.
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By Jan Davis