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“...may our daughters be like graceful pillars, carved to beautify a palace.”
-Psalm 144:12

"I am my sister's keeper"

Her brain is just as important as her heart.
She's scared.
Unsure of the start. 
Scattered thoughts.
They dominated the very heart.
Over-bearing her whole being.
To the point she's no longer seen.
No scene! No cut!
This is real.
She closes her eyes.
Trying to drown out the lies.

"Stop yelling!"
"Stop screaming!"
"I hate myself!"
" I am nothing!"

Wake up.
She's frozen. 
Broken.
I cry for her.
I'd die for her.
Fly to the end for her.
Breath for her.
Believe in her.
See her.
Hold her.
Console her.
I love her.
She's part of me.
How can I not take her pain.
How do I remove the broken stain?
How do I tell her God loves her, she doesn't have to carry the blame.
The shame.
Life's hard, but God's real.
Life's painful, but God still.
Life's not perfect, but God remains.
I watch her cry.
I watch her try.
I watch her hide.
I've seen her spirit die.
But I love her.
Because she's part of me. 
So I carry her.
It's easy to tell our brain to be still.
But how to tell our heart to heal?
Emotions are created for a reason.
So many tears in this season.
Sister, I see your demons.
Don't let them take your spirit.
Don't doubt yourself.
You were created for this.

"For to set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the spirit is life and peace." (Romans 8:6)

And that's what you seek!
This is my prayer.
This is your song.
Never stop singing. 
Believing. 
Growing deeper.
For I will always be my sister's keeper. 

Nani, you are the essence of beauty. I could only capture what is part of your story, for it is still being written. Never be ashamed to share it. I love you forever my sister. 

Paris.

Destiny...