Several years ago, my life changed drastically.
Within a matter of days, things came to light that made me realize that not only was my marriage over, but I was about to lose my home, and everything else I’d worked for my entire life. It didn’t happen in the dark, really. It’s just that I didn’t want to see the truth of what my life was. I liked the Instagram version. And I really, really wanted it to be my reality.
In the prior years to that, I’d let many of my friendships fall by the wayside. It was hard to hide the truth of my marriage, so I created distance. It was too painful for me to see what others had in their families that I would never have for myself or my children, so I created a buffer from it. In short, I isolated myself from my friends because it seemed to me that their lives were just a painful reminder of the uncomfortable truth of my own.
When things hit rock bottom, I was devastated. And heartbroken. And grieving in a way I didn’t know was even possible. But to make matters worse, when I looked around—there was no one there willing to walk through it all with me because I hadn’t taken the time to do the same for them in recent years.
As I picked up the pieces of my life and began rebuilding, one of my first prayers was this: “Lord, please give me some godly girlfriends.”
It’s not that none of my earlier friends weren’t Christians, some were. But most of my friendships were more akin to what Beth Moore described when she said: “women’s friendships today are a mile wide, and one inch deep.”I wanted more. A friendship that went deeper. Click To Tweet
More than gossip over wine. More than chatting about nothing as our children played nearby. More than attending Bible studies each week, but not knowing anything beyond the surface about most of the women beside me.
Thankfully, God not only knew what I wanted, but what I actually needed. Sisters. Someone that was more like family than a friend. Someone who wouldn’t let me pull away and not pester me to find out why. Someone who I could be real with, and know that at the end of my ugly, they would still be standing beside me.
In time, God answered my prayer. In fact, the women I’m in this ministry with may be the first Sisters I’ve had in my life. They are some of the first people I shared the truth of my marriage with. And though it terrified me to do that, and honestly, I’m not even sure what made me do it, it was one of the most healing moments in my walk as a Christian. As I revealed the shame and grief of my situation to them, they stood up—and surrounded me, rather than walked away. It still catches my breath to this day to think about it.
As Sisters, we’re actively choosing to walk in faith with one another, pursuing God’s vision for our lives individually and together. We’re putting faith into action as we love the other sisters among us as God would love her, not as we might. And we’re working toward bringing more sisters into the family so that they can look to the women in their lives and go deeper, discovering Sisters of their own.
Because Sisterhood means never having to go it alone. To never hit rock bottom and turn to see that no one is in it with you. We deserve better than that, but it starts with us. God has Sisters in mind for you, if only you’ll reach toward them. Sisterhood set in motion by a Father who loves you both beyond measure.