1 Corinthians 10:24 New Living Translation (NLT)
24 Don’t be concerned for your own good but for the good of others.
I never had a brother. I always wanted one. Growing up with my sisters was wonderful and I cherish them, but, I saw my cousins who were, or had brothers and I envied them. There is just something about having a brother. I actually wanted a big brother. That was just not possible.
Not possible, until we went to Japan. When we first went to Japan we moved into a small apartment on the “economy”, which meant we moved into a Japanese neighborhood and lived like they did. We were put on a waiting list for government housing, which is an American style home. (Well, American as what the Occupation housing was like).
Several months after arriving in Japan we were contacted that we had worked our way through the housing list. We drove from our little place in Kikoba, Hayama to Yokohama, Japan. There we met up with two other couples, one a little older than us and the other, a couple our age with their baby girl in a little carrier. There were three couples and three homes. There was a ranking order and so we knew that when the older couple said which house they wanted, it was theirs. We ended up with the houses we all wanted, so there was no strife in the decisions.
We moved in and a few months later while I was grocery shopping I ran into the couple with the baby. They invited hubby and I to dinner that night and thus began a life long friendship.
But, this post is not just about them, it is about my desire for a brother. The Lord heard my cry for one and He provided a brother for me in this young man. After we all left Japan, they moved to San Diego and eventually we were there also.
It was during our time in San Diego that Mike truly became my big brother. With hubby deployed so often, Mike stepped in and did the heavy stuff around our home. Without asking, he was there faithfully to mow our lawn, build fences, move dirt, anything I might need. His family is our family, we love each other and they are Aunt and Uncle and cousins to my girls and we are that to their girls.
Michael is not just a brother in a sense of taking care of things for me, he is the one I can argue with and disagree with. He will challenge me when I am wrong, he will correct me. He has words that are encouraging and words that make me spit out drinks from my nose in laughter. As they say now, he truly is my brother from another mother. I cherish his presence in my life.
Michael has taught me many things. His life reflects his determination to be available for others. He looks for the good in others, he brings it out in people. He strives to expose in people things they do not see themselves. He has done this for me. I have grudgingly listened to him and mentally fought what he has said to me, eventually realizing he was right all along, thus giving me a firmer foundation.
Sometimes the desires of our hearts are not what we thought they were. As a child, I saw an older brother as a mere protector, someone to guard against bullies, or to wrestle with, or to just hang out with. The brother I received could be all of that, but, he is a voice that will beckon me to better things. He will show by example consistency in his family. He can be annoying in disagreements, and he will just smile when I realize he was right. But, even though I do not see him much now, I know that he is a phone call away and if it is possible he would be at our side as soon as humanly possible.
Our Lord places us in families, those we are born with and those that just ‘happen’ to come to us. My family was blessed to be placed together with theirs. I am grateful for my brother.
Lord, thank you for Michael. Thank You for the lessons You have taught me through him. Help me to follow his example of You. Those examples of seeing people as You see them, being consistent in my life. Let my life be a reflection of You this day.
Thank you for stopping by… Cathi (DAF)