The Wrath of the Sister7:30 AM
It's bigger than the biggest nuke. More powerful too. It's the brightest hope of the battlefront, and I entitle it, "The Wrath of the Sister."
Hold that thought.
Being myself, I have an oversensitive justice radar - if you will. In plain language, I get my hackles up about many things normal people will let slide - because it isn't fair. It isn't right. And boy, will I let you know where you're wrong.
There's been a process of learning to swallow that sense of injured pride, that injustice, when it deals with me. But when it comes to my siblings...you better watch out. All the energy other siblings spend infuriating each other and popping each other's morale, we spend seething against nasty people who dare to hurt our beloved sisters and brothers.
That's not necessarily a good thing, by the way. But I have found that sisters (sisters especially, in my case) are necessary for getting out all the vengeance one should be able to vent but cannot because of this thing called grace.
I'm kidding there, but it is my natural tendency. My talented (and very humble, to the point where she doesn't even worry about whether she's humble or not) sister Bethany received a questionably polite comment - you're high and mighty, you're rude, you think everybody else is just nothing in comparison to you and your awesomeness. Well, I might be able to put in a good word for her being the best of the best. That much was true. But the comment was synthesized into one crudely written line - and I was furious.
She took it in stride, already planning the characteristic post on anonymous hate comments - I was planning vengeance. I spent the rest of the day following her around, just to make sure she didn't have a chance to break down in tears and let the commenter win.
In the end, I realized that even sisters had to be gracious too and behaved graciously towards this anonymous commenter...just as my sister did.
Then the same thing happened to me. It wasn't anonymous, but it was rude; and I was hurt by the blunt, ungracious, unfounded words, ripping my integrity and the entire point of my post. But while I (graciously - I hope) typed out a reply, Bethany sat next to me, scanning the comments to see who had injured me, defending me on every point - "I was going to write a comment to them, but decided not to." (She wrote to praise my post instead.)
Drama aside, I do love that we sisters - all of us - are knit so close together that we feel each other's pain. We feel each other's joy. We sit up till midnight counseling a confused big sister too frightened to grow up. We comment on each other's blogs - we stop to give hugs - we laugh when happy, tease when sarcastic and listen when sad, and yes, good-naturedly wreak vengeance on our siblings' oppressors.
We love each other.
And that's a powerful tool - a cord of five sisters, living and loving vicariously in each other. I mentioned warfare at the beginning of the post. We are in a war - for souls, for the culture, for the home and for Christ Jesus. The strength of sisters partnering together with a purpose - that's one big ballistic missile right there.