I can’t tell you when I first felt like my brother was also one of my closest friends.
We can seem as different as strangers; in fact, I could make lists of our differences.
He’s a musician; I’m an athlete.
He reads Kurt Vonnegut and studies physics; I read Shauna Niequist and blog.
He has morse code memorized; I have no idea…
He is creative and quiet; He can sit still.
I bake and craft; somehow, my mind never shuts off.
He is witty and humorous…at the exact right moment; Kristin wiig anyone?
One of his favorite quotes…
“Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.”
Richard P. Feynman
One of mine…
“So let me put my cards on the table: I believe you are more than water and dust. At your core you are a spiritual being of infinite value. To be human is a gift. You are created by God, and you have immeasurable value to him”-Erwin McManus
He wants to be a mechanical engineer; I graduated with a Christian ministries degree.
He stays up late and sleeps in; I go to bed early and get up early.
The list could go on. And on. And on.
But, you see, my brother and I have a deep connection that I can’t explain to many people. I consider him one of my best friends.
When I was younger, I never understood my brother. I never appreciated his creativity, his keen ear to sound, his musical talent that no one else I know has. Instead, I was critical and judgmental. We argued. We disagreed. I know, typical siblings.
But then, I learned: he never wanted to become the Christian I was.
He didn’t want to be judgmental or hypocritical. I decided, I didn’t want to be that way either.Still, to this day, he doesn’t know the impact he made on my life; the profound mark he has made on my walk with Christ. He challenged me to love people how he loves people….just loving them.
And, then…something happened. I decided to “learn” my brother. I decided to let God shape my judgmental and critical heart. I decided to “see” him through the eyes of Christ. And, I have come to know someone I deeply love and appreciate and look up to.
I never understood why my brother wouldn’t sing in church. He would stand there like a stiff pole, seeming uninterested in the music and worship. I judged him. I felt like my walk was further than his, that I was growing and he wasn’t.
Then, my mom and I had a conversation and she told me this…
“I asked Brett why he never sings. He said, he worships by listening to the music, the sounds…by hearing.”
That day, I understood my brother.
Once I went to college, he grew into the person God is still creating him to be. I’d come home and we’d have coffee: one of the few things we both have a deep appreciation. He has also made me love tea.
And, as the years have gone by, I have seen him grow. He has become a gentleman. He takes me on sister dates to coffee and sushi. We actually hang out, like friends. And, we talk about life. We talk about what God is doing. We talk about physics. And running. About relationships.
And, he understands me.
Recently, he has taken up letter writing like me, since he was living in Redding for awhile interning at “The Sound House.” (I’m so happy he’s back in town) Who knew my brother and I would become pen pals?
We’ve talked about my race the past few letters, and also physics and his classes. He believes in me as a runner, as a daughter of God, as …me. I believe in him. I believe that the more he applies his head and heart to studies, that he will be successful. I believe God has created my brother for a specific and unique purpose. I believe he is incredibly talented.
If my brother had a fan club, I’d be his #1 fan.