Sisters

Its funny how I find myself always cleaning. Today while reorganizing a closet, I came upon an old picture of my younger sister, Mary, and myself. It was nice to remember our wonderful childhood together. I also realized that even when we were children, we still didn't always get along; but we always loved each other.

The other day, Mary and I were hosting a dinner party. Our guest of honor was a wise man named Jesus. I wanted everything to go perfectly. Mary and I had been preparing all day. When the guests arrived, we welcomed them graciously in our home. I was under a lot of stress as it is, but then Mary sits down at the feet of Jesus. I mean really! We needed to prepare a whole meal, and she didn't want to help. I let my anger get the better of me, and complained in front of Jesus. He told me that Mary had chosen the better of the two. Instead of cooking, I should be listening to His words. I now see that He was right.

It made me think of a quote from one of my favorite authors, Louisa May Alcott, she said, "Help one another, is part of the religion of sisterhood." I shouldn't have gotten made at Mary, and I should have listened to the insightful words that Jesus was sharing. Even if I wanted Mary's help I should have focused on Jesus and not myself. We ended up having a lovely evening and it showed me how much I really love Mary and Jesus.