My Dr. Phil... or should I say Dr. Philcella

Marcella (Philcella) is my older sister by 2 years. I  have looked up to her for as long as I can remember, and when I was younger I would do anything she told me to do. For example, when we were in middle school Marcella wanted to put highlights in her hair using Sun In spray. She was worried it would look bad, so she decided to test it out on me first. She fooled me into thinking it would look good, and I ended up with orange streaks/chunks in my hair. I looked like a tiger, and needless to say she kept her hair brown. I did anything she told me to do. Since then, I have developed a mind of my own and do not get deceived by her nearly as often. I now get deceived by her kids who have picked up on her ways.

As we have gotten older she no longer tells me what to do, and I am constantly asking her what I should do. I am the dramatic one who blows life out of proportion and makes a big deal about everything. She is the calm, steady one who knows how to handle life. I talk to Philcella on the phone every day, and am so grateful for the advice she gives. I often wish she would blow things out of proportion and be dramatic with me over a big bag of oreos, but she never does. She always just tells me exactly what I need to hear, and reminds me of what's important.

Today Philcella reminded me of something I think we should all always remember, and that is to completely rely on our Heavenly Father. Her advice is always founded upon faith. Faith that he loves us. Faith that he hears us. Faith that he knows what we want. Faith that he knows what we need. Faith that he is with us, and always will be. Faith in knowing that life is exactly as it should be.

Marcella always remembers this, and I am grateful for that. Thank goodness she is the older sister. If I was, I would have influenced a psychotic dramatic girl with a severe oreo addiction.