My Sister’s Keeper

I prayed for you this morning when I rose.  I prayed for the mother who paced the floor all night long.  I prayed for the father who has no job & worried how he will support his family.  I prayed for the daughter who is dealing with peer pressure from so-called friends.  I even prayed for the son who has anger issues.  I prayed for the sister whose grief is consuming her life and for the brother with the substance abuse problem. I prayed for you without calling your name because even though I don’t know the situation, I know a situation fixer.

Isn’t that what I should do? Isn’t that the way things are supposed to be?  Shouldn’t I be my Sister’s Keeper? Shouldn’t I comfort you when you need it? Shouldn’t I pick you up when you fall? Shouldn’t I be able to speak life into your circumstance? God has given me authority to do these things.  Proverbs 18:21 says Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.

The bible states in Job 14: 1 that a man (this also means women) born of a woman is of a few days and full of trouble.  If you’ve already been promised trouble before you were even born, why add to it? If we, as Christian women & young women, would pray for one another instead of gossiping, bring each other up instead of tearing one another down, comfort instead of confronting, fast instead of fight, praise instead of partying, anoint instead of arguing, witness instead of worrying, testify instead of terrifying; imagine, just imagine how much better our lives would be.

Why should I be jealous of the clothes and shoes you wear when God says if I ask and it shall be given?  Why should I wish for your blessings when Gods says knock and the door will be opened for you?  See; don’t pray for my blessings because your legs may not be able to walk through the storm I did to get this blessing.  Your shoulders may not be able to carry the burdens mine have to get my car.  Your back may not be able to endure the backstabbing by friends mine have to get my house.  Your body may not be able to handle the sickness that mine has in order to get my testimony. Your heart may not be able to handle the heartache mine has in order to get my husband.  Your eyes might not be able to handle the amount of tears mine have shed in order to reap from my harvest.

We as women, Christian women have to be keepers of one another.   When you lean, I’ll be standing beside you to prop you up.  When you fall, I’ll be there to reach down and grab your hand to pick you up.  When you cry, I’ll offer my sleeve to wipe your tears. When you talk, I’ll offer my ears to listen. When you need a comforting word, I’ll offer my voice as vessel of God’s word. When you’re going through, I’ll be standing in front of you to offer my arms for a hug. And when you need me to just be there, I’ll do that too.  I’ll do all of these things because I am my sister’s keeper.