There are three questions that I always get asked when people find out I’m a twin:
1. What does it feel like to have a twin?
2. Can you feel what your twin is feeling? Or think what she’s thinking?
3. Is it fun to have a twin?

I don’t know how my twin answers these questions but I would answer them this way:
1. It feels normal. I wouldn’t know how it feels like to be a person without a twin, so I don’t know the difference.
2. We don’t have powers like that. Maybe we do, and we just haven’t discovered it yet. But when one of us gets sick, the other does, too.
3. Yes, and no. I’ll tell you why.

I don’t know about other twins but at first, I didn’t find it fun to have one. My twin and I are very different. She wears frilly dresses and skirts while I choose the comfort of sweatpants, t-shirts, and jeans. People say that she always has a smile on her face while they feel like I’m more closed off. I can’t seem to shake comparisons everywhere I go. Even in school, we’re in competition for highest rank in class, and I always fell in second place. This took a toll on me, having to live in her shadows.

While most twins got along, hatred and jealousy brew between me and mine. We would always get into fights over the littlest things, and we would resort to violence. I didn’t like being sat next to her because people would tease us about looking so much alike. I was fed up of being identified as a twin.

One February afternoon, a friend came up to me and asked how my relationship with my twin was going. He said that we should have nothing but love for our siblings then invited us to church where there was an ongoing series on love.

I was rocked to my core. Love was redefined for me. I was introduced to the love that didn’t associate my identity to that of my twin’s. The love that knew me even while I was in the womb (Psalm 134:13). I was in awe of this love – the love that chose death over life for me, the love that knew no limits – God’s love. Reading the bible more and more opened my eyes to how I am personally loved by God. He has called me His (Isaiah 43:1), and nothing and no one can take that away from me (Romans 8:38&39).

However, the love doesn’t end there. Jesus called us to love one another, and this had me stumped because this meant I had to love my twin. I was reluctant. I thought to myself, “Lord, how can I love someone I can’t stand?” But Jesus died for even those who hated Him, setting an example for us who find it hard to love. I was challenged.

In school, we used to sing the words from 1 John 4:7-8, “Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love.” These were mere words to me until I genuinely knew God. Now, this is a lifestyle. Receiving love from God transformed me into someone radiating love. It wasn’t easy, but God held my hand every step of the way.

I now find it delightful to have a twin. We were both transformed by God’s love for us and it translated into our academics and relationships. From fighting against each other, we started fighting for one another. This made our parents very happy. We pray for each other, encourage and rebuke one another. Jesus broke the bonds of hatred and jealousy between us and exchanged it for love.

I was secured with my identity in Christ and my relationship with my twin. His love for us wasn’t weighed by who was better. God shows no favoritism (Romans 2:11). My eyes were opened to this reality. He sees through the shadows that we create for ourselves and breaks the chain of lies that the enemy has fed us. Once you taste and see God’s love, you’ll be changed for the better. The person you hate right now can be a person who will stand with you in prayer, for Matthew 18:19 says, “If two of you agree on earth about anything they ask, it will be done for them by my Father in heaven.”

——– Writer’s Bio: Ayie Licsi is a student leader who loves reading and writing. She adores many writers no one comes close to her favorite – the Author of Life.