Hope for This Too

Two, so at odds.

Sisters, yet struggling violently against the other.

Constant pushing,

One inch farther,

One nerve drawn tighter.

Unkind words spoken.

Dark looks exchanged.

Both limited.

The one twelve.

The other seven.

Sisters.

Yet enemies.

And she, the older one, in pain.

Again.

We wonder what's wrong.

We will talk to her doctor Wednesday.

Until then, our hearts ache.

But the younger one asks,

"Does your tummy still hurt?"

A brief nod.

Listless, tired.

Then,

"I will pray for you."

And a cheerful voice,

"Dear Jesus,

...Kendra not feeling good...

...yah, Jesus name, Amen."

Her faith.

I see hope.

Hope that the bickering will turn to love,

The rivalry to companionship,

The frustration to patience.

And hope that this child too will know Him.