Do not love the world or the things that belong to the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father is not in him. 1 John 2:15a
Not sure if you all know my family tree or not… I have a strange tree. I have 2 adopted brothers and 2 half siblings. My adopted brothers are really my first cousins. (My aunt adopted me… ) It’s all in my book. (Makes you curious huh?)
Anyway. My adopted brother’s are Nick and Andy. Nick is knocking on 32 (haha) and Andy is only 3 years older than me, at 29. I’m 26.
Growing up, just by age default, me and Andy were closer than me and Nick. What 19 year old wants to play with a 12 year old? Wait. Why would anybody wanna play with a 12 year old, besides other 12 year olds? Who knows. But my big brother Andy – did.
We had one year of high school together. I was a freshmen, and he was a senior. He was a senior who was Salutatorian, played football and baseball, and was pretty popular.
No one messed with me. Not that they would anyway… Weird little 9th grader who was giggly all the time and kinda a dork. Ok, a lot of a dork.
Wesley and Andy were in the same class. I did think Wesley was cute at this point, but if Andy had ever found that out… Things probably wouldn’t be as they are now! My dad and brothers were GOOOD about embarrassing me. They did their jobs well.
This one day, a boy named Chance was picking on me. Andy came in the classroom (he was an office worker, so he would go around and pick up the absentees and stuff). I called him over and told him about the trouble I was having with this dumb boy.
So my 6′ tall athletic brother comes up to this 5’5″ scrawny 9th grader who can’t grow a mustache, and Andy says to him, “Are you messin with my sister?”
Chance got a fear-of-God look on his face and said, “No! No, I was not messing with her. I wouldn’t ever mess with her.”
Chance didn’t talk to me after that for like… 3 years.
It was good having a brother.
Things happened between high school and now.
Marriage. College. Jobs. Etc. Etc.
You know. The stuff that comes after high school. The growing up part of life.
We, in a sense, lost touch a little. We didn’t have a fight and not speak, we just.. started living our own lives. We got caught up.
I would call my mom, and she would tell me what he was up to, and vice versa. We really had no need to call each other.
Then, she passed away. (Now there’s a loaded sentence.)
If I wanted to know my brother, I would have to call him. I would have to do the work.
A series of events took place after her death leading us to last night.
Last night we had our weekly Young Adults meeting at Dwelling Place.
Andy was the speaker. He spoke on divisions, and how sometimes we have to divide ourselves away from things of this world in order to fulfill God’s real plan for us, and that God can mend anything as long as we are faithful to do what the word tells us. He used the verse above.
We can’t be friendlies with things of this world and expect to be friendly with God as well. Its like working for God, but going undercover with the Devil and then losing who you really are, or which team you are really on.
His message was profound, and it was challenging. It was well thought out, and well delivered.
I remember in youth group, listening to Andy speak, and I knew.. I knew he was good. He’s even better now.
I mean.. he’s no Wesley.. (Ha!) I can’t compare them. They are both great, just very different.
I’m so proud that he is my big brother.
He doesn’t know this – but since I posted a link on Facebook tagging him- I guess he will now.. but.. I had been debating inside on whether or not to try and have more kids one day. Thats a big decision. I mean.. BIG. Another human? Yeah.
But I thought about my brothers, and what I shared with them growing up. Andy would be my horse, and I would ride on his back when I was little. We would all three play hide and seek after they tricked me by calling it some other name. Nick would practice lifting cement bags by picking me up.. because I weighed 80 lbs. He worked at a hardware store, that eventually both Andy and I did too.
And now.. Now that my mom is gone. I still have family. I still have my close family. And I want that for her. I want her to have brothers to talk to when she’s older, or even a sister. I’d rather just have boys now. I hear they are easier…
Because I have two great brothers, I want to have more kids. I guess if my brothers were losers I’d be singing a different tune. Anyway.
Andy was definitely right though. Sometimes we have to remove ourselves from things, to really follow God. It’s hard, but it is worth it. God knows what we are giving up, and He also knows what we are going to get in return.
I love my brother. I’m so thankful for him. He’s a great man, an awesome brother, and one of my best friends. He is doing what God has called him to do. And really, that is the best feeling ever.