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Sisters for life

My Big sis Gugu and my cousin Sne

Letters to my sisters,

I have decided to write these letters not only to stay in touch but also to play a role in your life as I am not close by for those moments of need, when you need someone to talk to, when you need a shoulder to cry and when you need a true friend. These are letters are not only addressed to my physical sisters, but also to all women in general.  Especially those who are about to enter the next most important a crucial phase of their lives: adulthood.
  
I am hoping these letters will bridge the gap of the physical distance that separates us, presently.  Above all I hope these letters will ignite hope, confidence, self-belief and a living faith in the one who holds all things in His Hands.

I promise not to judge you but to show you a sisterly love.  I promise not to criticize you, but to boost your confidence.  I promise not to put down with words that will create doubts, but to lift you up with words of faith.

I do not claim to be perfect – in fact I am no where near perfection.  I do not know everything, I am learning everyday and I will continue to learn until the day I depart from this earth. 

I hope the words I am about to share with you will find their way to your heart.
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Anonymous said…
Really touching & love it! £ Khethiwe
19 October 2010 at 14:51
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