Dixie

One of my favorite things about my older sister has always been her hands. I am the second of six children, so she is the only older sibling I have ever known. I have always looked up to her. I remember her hands fixing my hair and teaching me to put on eyeshadow and drive a car. I remember her hands as she held medical books for years and years...receiving her Bachelor's and then her Master's in Nursing. She now uses these hands to diagnose and treat hundreds of heart patients...to show the love of Christ through her life's occupation.



And I remember her hands holding shots and pills as she endured test after test and medication after medication trying to have a baby. I remember them folded in prayer as she cried tears for the little ones she so strongly desired.



Two days before Christmas her beautiful hands held a picture of tiny dots in blackness. Not just one baby but two! God-willing in seven months her strong, soft hands will hold our little Christmas miracles.



She has taught me so much about faith through the years; about enduring difficulty and hard times; about accepting what God has for you...even if it is not the path you would choose on your own. Seeing the lives growing inside of her is a clear picture of God's grace. Hooray! What a Merry Christmas...:)