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Guess who did my hair?

My sister.

And I love her frfr.

She showed up for me in my time of need no questions, just care. That’s who she is. If I ever had to describe what a sister truly looks like, it would be her. The kind of love that doesn’t announce itself, it just moves.

Life has a way of knocking you down. Labels get placed on you. Stories get told about you that were never yours to carry. But what I’ve learned what I know is that when you fall, God picks you back up. Every single time.

Quietly.

Gently.

Completely.

You may not always feel it, but you are covered. In ways you can’t see yet. In ways you didn’t even ask for God makes sure of that.

All it takes is a little faith. The kind that fits in the palm of your hand. The kind small enough to be overlooked but strong enough to move everything.

That mustard seed kind of faith.

I prayed because this really did happen that God would remind His child who she is. That she was created in His image. Not the labels. Not the mistakes. Not the moments that tried to define her.

Just His.

And sometimes God sends the reminder through moments like this. Through love. Through hands that care. Through a sister who shows up.