I am talking. Well, I am chatting. With a friend five years younger than me. We are talking about the movie Secretariat, which I have never seen and am only mildly interested in. But we're talking about it anyway, because she is rather obsessed with it and refuses to talk about anything else...until the recent engagement of a friend comes up. Being rather shocked and a little intimidated by the number of my friends who have recently decided on marriage, I'm slightly more interested in the engagement than in the movie, and we talk about that for a little while. Then she has to go. So do I. We say goodbye, part with "see you tomorrow"s and "talk to you later"s.
I always wanted a big sister, but I didn't have one, and only had an "adopted" big sister for a few years, until I was about seven. So now that I'm old enough to be considered "old" by at least some people, I try to be a sort of "big sister" to other girls I know who are only children or have brothers. I'm trying to give them what I never had.
(Don't get me wrong, I love my brother, and I love my "adopted" brother, but sometimes a girl just needs a sister!)
Sometimes I wonder if it's really worth it. Talking about (boring, but at least not bad) movies and other randomness? Is it really any kind of ministry at all? I could talk myself into believing that it's not...and then I remember the few days when, at camp or elsewhere, I had the chance to pretend I had a big sister for a while. And it didn't matter if we talked about random things...because I knew I could share more if I needed to. And that's all that mattered. Just the time together. I hope it's what matters to them, too.
Love is spelled T-I-M-E, they say. I believe that's true.