There I sat, smiling ear to ear, laughing at the conversation, enjoying the moment, with not a care in the world. All the while, unbeknownst to me, my teeth were littered with little black seeds from my everything bagel. Where was a sister when you needed her?
That sister who would nudge me a little and tell me about my dotted smile and even break out her compact and let me use it to get myself right. Where was my backup at this gathering? I didn’t even know until I sat back in my jeep and pulled the visor down to put on my shades and give myself a once over in the mirror. Yes, I look. No, I am not so self-absorbed that I cannot laugh at myself and flecks in my teeth. And don’t worry, the whole post is not about teeth. But the whole incident reminds me of those bigger times in life, those times when the world attacks us, hurls us over and hurts our hearts.When the world attacks, we need someone to stand back-to-back and help us conquer the things that threaten to defeat us. Click To Tweet
In the big and the small things, we need a sister (or two) to have our back.
Yes, it’s having a friend who tells you have spinach in your teeth and offers you her compact so you can check it out. It’s knowing there is a number you can dial in the middle of the night when you receive news that needs prayer. It’s knowing there will be a shoulder to cry on and you don’t even need to explain why you are crying because the other person will love you through the hard without knowing the details.
Sisterhood is having someone for the little things and the big things. Sisterhood is having each other’s back.
Even as I write this, I know. I know that someone reading it will say, I don’t have a sister. It pains me. I’ve been there. But something I have learned in my forty-seven years is that opening your heart to be a sister to another will create the opportunity for a sister to be there for you.
One night my sleep-filled eyes read a text message. Emergency surgery?! What? I prayed as I laid in the quiet of the night and nudged my husband to do the same. Later, when rest was unfound, I dressed, and we rode to the hospital. We sat with the parents of the sick, prayed, and carried meaningless conversation to help pass the time. We wanted to have our friend’s back. A sister to a sister. A brother to a brother. Years later, this couple would enter our home to hold us and encourage us in the wake of our son’s death. In a time when we could have let death conquer, we were able to focus on life because another had our back.
As a believer in God, I have my two: God is my Father and He is gracious to give me sisters. Indeed, as Ecclesiastes says, “…three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken.”