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Joyce's Journey

  Not My Plan



My Devoted Sister

Posted on April 20, 2016 at 4:00 PM

My Devoted Sister


In November, Mother rested a soft pink bundle on my lap as I sat on the sofa next to my older brother. At the top of the blanket appeared two little eyes crowned with curly dark hair. My baby sister didn’t look like me. After two photographs, mother informed us our sister’s name is Yvonne Rena. It seemed like a long strange name. I had never heard this name before. I called her baby girl —for awhile. My brother Ray and I pulled the blanket open to examine her tiny toes. I grabbed her hand and kissed it. She wasn’t much bigger than my play doll except she had moving parts.



For the first three years, my sister and I sleep in the same room. She slept in a crib. I slept in a twin bed. At the age of three, she crawled out of her crib and climbed into my bed in the middle of the night. She squirmed and kicked causing me to retreat  into her crib.  I was always a light sleeper. Finally, dad removed the crib and twin bed, replacing them with one full size bed. We shared our bed and our bedroom together for the next eighteen years. 


Yvonne grew into a lovely teenager. Her smile was infectious. Her  friendly nature attracted several friends. I envied her easy going personality. I had anxiety attacks and preferred being alone with my art projects. When I left for college, Yvonne entered high school. She flourished. She had more friends that I could count. I was happy for her. We became best friends. When she entered college, she visited me in graduate school. We slept in the same twin bed just like twenty years ago. We embarrassed our journey and the adventure of becoming independent women. Yvonne was devoted sister who laughed at my jokes and admired my talents. We talked on the telephone for hours. After we both married, we remained best friends. She encouraged me to be a better person and a devoted mother.



God does not always reveal our future. When we are young, we are often unable to understand the importance of family and friends. God encourages us to trust our journey by following his loving truth. I am so grateful that I have a younger sister who has become my mentor and prayer partner for life. Yvonne became a nurse who has given me endless advice for my daughter with challenges. I became an interior home consultant who helped her update her home. God is faithful to meet our every need.


Psalms 37:4 Take delight in the Lord and he will give you the desires of your heart.

Author Joyce Yexley
Not My Plan: A Mother's Unexpected Journey

Categories: Faith & Blessings, Parenting