She called to say, “…hey, me and Dad are off to the side of the road with a flat tire at 22nd Ave. South!…Please, come and fix it!” I told her, “I’m on my way!” Told the Boss Man, gotta go! Take it or leave it, I have to get to my Father.
Key in ignition, set it in reverse, car in drive, and drove to my destination. The whole (15 minutes) way there my mind was racing! I thought to myself, “…how many times have I taught this girl ‘how-to’ change a flat, how many times have I taught this girl how to check the oil!!!…” Naturally, when I pulled up to my sister and Father, I arrived with thoughts in mind, aside from my auto-ready to replace the flat tire.
In the midst changing out the flat for the spare, I vented my thoughts out loud! Naturally, I’m talking (yelling) and unscrewing and screwing-in bolts, and removing the flat, and placing the spare in! I go on and on and on, and then I looked up at my sister, and what I saw broke my heart.
My little sister is beautiful, she has almond shaped eyes, long curly black hair (she gets that from our Father), tall (6-foot) and slender, her personality is humorous, she’s loving and caring, if she inflicts emotional heartache, it is entirely unintentional!!! She is an honorable friend that you and I would be blessed by our God to have on our side! Certainly, she is a trouble-maker, but harmless, she causes trouble from boredom, nothing more than that, she’s more than I can handle, but she ‘completes me.’ I know, it’s corny, but as the ‘obedient child,’ she does what I would never dare to do: ‘challenge life as I (perhaps, we) know it!’
What I saw broke my heart. Her almond eyes filled with water, she spoke not, but what I heard was, “…I called you because we needed help, and this is what I get…I am doing my best! You are my ‘best’!!!…” I realized then, that I am part of the problem. I should’ve taught my sister by letting her change the flat, instead of my changing the flat and talking to her about ‘how-to’ change the flat! I’m a big part of the problem because ‘protection’ does not guarantee ‘empowerment’ of her being!
My dearest sis, my parents’ favorite, I am the problem. I will do better in teaching you how to “Be more than you are!”