Karma.  That’s what I have to tell myself nearly every day.

My brother Blake had his truck broken into Sunday night.  They took quite a bit, including his stereo system he had saved up for.  I could tell Blake was really down about the whole situation.  My parents are out of town; my Mom for a work retreat, my Dad for business.  So Zach went over last night and helped Blake out.  I decided afterwards we should all go out to dinner.  I know, big shocker…I suggest eating out!

The three of us hung out at the Olive Garden.  We rarely get to go out with Blake alone, and it was so fun to get to to talk to him and see how everything else is going in his life.  My brother is amazing.  He is the hardest working 20-year-old I have ever met.  I don’t know what he is going to do in the future, but I keep hoping he will realize how wonderful he is…because people need him.  They need his spirit and his determination to serve in their lives.

He’ll figure it out, I just hope it is sooner rather than later.

I’ve known him since the day he was born, and I’ve got to witness first hand the person he has become.  I am proud to be his sister.