It’s my sister’s birthday tomorrow. She is just 17 months older than me. When we were kids I always thought that if I could just attain her age I would become more grown up. But, no matter how many birthdays I had she was always a year older than I. So, while ten seemed the magical number when I was nine, suddenly the magic disappeared when I turned ten because then the new magic number became eleven. I think I was about twelve when I realized I would never be as grown up as my sister and that I was destined to forever be the youngest.
God created my sister to be the older sister and me to be the youngest. I’m not sure if she ever envied anything about me, but outside of her having the older sister position, she had the most beautiful hands and fingernails. While she has long shapely fingers and could grow long fingernails that never seemed to break, I have small hands with short fingers and fingernails that will never grow long.
But, despite the fact that she has long beautiful fingers while mine are short and stubby, her hands and mine are both capable of doing the work that God created us to do for Him.
Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. Colossians 3:23