my beautiful sister.
i don't even know you.
in fact,
i've never seen your face.
but you are precious to me.
why? you ask.
don't you know?
you are my sister.
another One Who Believes.
though miles and oceans
may come between,
Our Saviour
has redeemed us both.
and that makes me smile.
who is this strange girl?
you may be thinking.
well, let me tell you.
i am stephanie.
a simple one.
with simple faith.
but that faith
is grounded
in the most wonderful Lord.
i am stephanie anne.
the dreamer.
who longs to show
the whole world
the breathtaking beauty of
El Shaddai,
God of the Mountains.
i am stephanie anne geter.
the little girl
who is weak.
who knows what it means
to feel pain.
to be bored.
to fail.
to sin.
and to be forgiven,
gloriously forgiven.
to be made new,
to be made to sing again.
to want to dance.
i am steph.
the plain-jane
brown-haired,
brown-eyed,
dark-skinned girl
who (for some crazy reason)
is loved.
by her Saviour.
by her Family.
by her Benjamin.
i am "tennie"
the author of ubertati.
the one who wants to get to know
her sister across the sea.
and wonders if that sister
with the beautiful name
likes the feel of wind in her face.
likes to squish her toes in the grass.
likes to sing at the top of her lungs
for no reason at all.
wonders,
if maybe,
just maybe,
her sister is hurting.
is needing a hug.
and wishing that i could give it to her.
Kayleigh,
Though we've never met, our lives are hid with Christ. May I have the privilege of getting to know you? Not the brushed-up, dressed-up, dolled-up Kayleigh who goes to church and school. But the Kayleigh inside who dreams, and hurts. And fails sometimes, too. Let me know, Dear. I am praying for you. Praying that today, you will taste the goodness of our God. That you will catch His scent as He passes in the wind. That you will REST in His great love for you.
Love,
Stephanie