Kay's Memory

I just received a phone call from my sister,Kay, who is in Peru last night. The caller ID said "2." I figured the number would be longer all the way from Peru, but this is easy! I think she's using some wacky calling card.

This is one of my sister's blogs after we said goodbye back a few weeks ago:

In April, we said goodbye to church families and friends. Yesterday I said goodbye to my sister, Auny. Of course, it wasn’t goodbye, goodbye; but something about moving from U.S. soil moves the “see you later” up a notch. It was hard. My sister and I have always had a special relationship.

It made me think of a time when we sat on the beach and dreamed up our futures. I was in junior high and she was in high school. That was when we realized sisters could be friends, and we became inseparable.

She imagined she would be a child psychologist, her career plan for a long time. She would spend a lot of her time traveling the country and occasionally giving her professional opinion on Oprah. That last part cracks me up. I would live in D.C., be involved in politics, and often dress up to go to important parties. This now sounds like a horrible life to me, but I’m sure many people enjoy it. I think we had very handsome husbands somewhere in our concocted futures.

We would never, in all of our imagining, think that she would marry a Christian illusionist and travel around the country seeing many people come to know the Lord. Or that I would be moving to Peru in a little over a week to share the gospel with people who have never heard it. I can just see God smiling at us as we sat on that Florida beach, knowing that His plans for us are better than even our wildest dreams.