My brother, smiling

I WAS  back in my hometown to help my mother get ready for a move into a new home. While there I also wanted to do everything possible to encourage my brother, who was going through deep financial waters with failure of a construction company. I couldn't offer financial assistance or advice—but felt I might offer moral support and the love of a sister.

There's a little background to that phrase "love of a sister." For some time I'd had to work at having a good relationship with my brother and his wife. They live very differently from me—and have sometimes said things that hurt. Yet I care for both of them and realize that I value the relationship, no matter how trying it has sometimes seemed.

While I was at my mother's house, I made a special trip by car to visit them, and my sister-in-law made a remark that stung. It seemed entirely uncalled for—especially considering my efforts to be loving. In the middle of that night I woke greatly upset over her comment. I began to pray, quietly, asking God for help. I didn't want to feel so much hurt and anger.

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