Similar . . . But Different

These two flowers, both zinnias, were part of a much appreciated bouquet brought to me by my friend Melaney when my Uncle Kirk passed away. After admiring them carefully, I knew I had to get Edward out and snap a few photos.

Aren't they beautiful and fascinating?! Beautiful because their colors are so rich and vibrant and their petals are so delicate and intricate. Fascinating because these two flowers, though from the same family, the same garden and probably the same seed pack, are so very, very different in appearance!

Over a year ago, when I first learned I had a sister, my emotions expectantly covered a very wide range. And though I couldn't admit it at the time {because I felt ashamed} one of my initial reactions was that of pure selfishness.

I worried that I would get lost in an endless train of comparison to my new sibling. I was afraid that when the comparing occurred - and I knew it would occur - I would be the one coming up short every time. I feared that people would no longer see me for me, but would instead see me as the former only daughter or the new little sister or the less accomplished child. Basically, I was okay to welcome the change, but only if it wouldn't change anything for me.

Yeah, I know. Lame.

Luckily, time, understanding and a year's worth of experience have given me a gift I never expected to come from this entire situation. And seeing these two flowers a few weeks ago was a sweet reminder of this tender mercy the Lord has awarded me as I've gained a sister.

Just like these zinnias, my sister and I have many things in common. We're both tall, slender blonds. We both love to read books and hunt for great bargains at thrift stores and garage sales. We're both devoted to being mothers and wives. We both enjoy close friendships with women and are actively involved in religious faiths.

But the blessing of our sisterhood is that while our similarities bring much to our relationship, it is our differences which enrich it beyond what I could have ever realized. As my sister and I have enjoyed minutes, hours and days together learning about each other, it has become very clear to me that my fears over a year ago were unfounded. In fact, I have come to know myself more than ever before because I have a sister.

God does not expect us to be the same as everyone else. He does not want us to feel like we fall short. He loves each of us because we are his individual children. And he has absolutely confirmed to me that I am valued beyond measure and so is my sister. It is so wonderful to be different! It is so glorious to be distinct! There is no one else like me or you. And just like the flowers from Melaney, we are each, in our own way, absolutely unique and beautiful.