Separated at Birth

You may not know this, but I have a sister. Her name is Jennifer and we were separated at birth. It really is tragic. Despite the fact that we did not grow up together, we are very much alike. We are like personalities, we like the same food, we think alike and we even named our children with the same consonants...K & C. Matter of fact, we both have a Cole. She is one of the few friends that I can shop with...although we have only done that a time or two! I could go on and on, the similarities are scary. The greater tragedy is that we weren't reunited until 2003. Oh, those wasted years!

Ok, I know I am probably freaking my dad out. Jennifer is not my biological sister. But if I had the choice of picking a sister, she would have been first on the list. I had the privilege of really getting to know Jennifer at a Women of Faith Conference. When you share a room with Jennifer, Becky & Helen, there is bound to be some fun. Since that time, we have just clicked. I love her husband, her kids and her dad. I love her!

Now, I must admit, I suck as a friend. I am not the type that is going to call you on the phone everyday and just chit-chat. I am pretty much just wrapped up in my family and life in general. Not a good excuse, just pretty much my m.o. But ours is a friendship that continues to stand the test of time. We may go months without speaking (other than FB) and we seldom see each other since I up and moved away from God's country. But, when we get together it is so amazing how we seem to just pick right back up from where we left off.

I got to visit with Jennifer for a while today over a pretty awesome burrito. I am amazed by her transperancy, her grace and her love for her family and the Lord. It was like going home and getting wrapped in a nice warm blanket. It made me sad for the miles that are between us, but it was a taste of home enough to keep me going.

I love you Jennifer, my faithful friend. Looking forward to our next "burrito"!