Firstly, hello. My name is Paul Burton and I am Katy’s older brother by two years. This is the first time that I have tickled the keyboard on Katysblog and I wanted to take a moment to thank each one of you for the kind and considerate support that you have given to us over the last many months. I have been overwhelmed by the goodness of God in health, illness, strength, weakness, and all the other stations of life in which our family has found ourselves. Many of you have been instrumental in ministering that goodness, and for that, may I breathe a hardy “thank you.”
As I sit in front of the computer screen thinking about Christmas, I cannot help but remember back to a time when Katy was still a fresh addition to our family. I remember that first Christmas well, partly because we borrowed a video camera from a friend and recorded it, and partly because I still wasn’t sure how I felt about this whole, “sister” thing. As far as I was concerned, she was a bit weird. I remember her taking food from the table at mealtimes and hiding it in her room. Mom explained to me that this was because in India, she didn’t know if she would get to the table in time to eat the next meal before the others took the food. I thought this was odd.
To top off the enigma of this new sister, I remember mom telling her the Christmas story with a nativity set that we still own. I thought it strange that the story which I had understood for half of my young life had never been told to this girl.
Christmas, 2006. As I sit here having just enjoyed a family movie night, I cannot help but feel incredibly blessed just to be here. To have had the opportunity to know such a girl as my sister is more than I could have comprehended at the tender age of six. I am thankful that God has given me the time to get to know her over the last eighteen years. What a wonder. The girl who knew not the Gospel, now ministers the Gospel to countless people by the God given path she walks. I suppose the irony of the whole situation is just how much my “little” sister has taught me about being big.
God has been merciful for the sake of His Name. Although she has had a hard couple of days, she is trying to stay active. She’s still going strong as I am typing this evening, busying herself by writing thank-you notes and chatting with Colin on the phone. Praise the Lord for family. Praise the Lord for Christmas.