This post was originally published on the Seraph’s Quill.
Being a member of a supportive and nurturing group of women – or Sisterhood – is a fairly new concept to me.
the relationship between sisters.
an association, society, or community of women linked by a common interest, religion, or trade.
Growing up the only child in my family and separated from extended family (ie cousins), I relied on my friends to be the “siblings” that “I never had”. Even then, I can’t claim to have had many. Only one or two throughout the entirety of my adolescence. (But, they were friends of quality because they are still my friends today.
They were and are the closest I’ve had to what I would call “sisters”. They were the only ones I ever felt I could be ALL of “me”.
Beyond them, I had what I would call “associates”, and they were of the male variety.
I just felt more comfortable with guys. They tended to be more laid back. At least those I hung out with. And I didn’t feel as though I was being judged and didn’t have to worry about them “stabbing” me “in the back”.
Now that I’m an adult, married for many years (to one of those guys), and the mom of three, I have come to realize that men and women do “tick” differently, and no matter how understanding a woman’s husband is, he cannot fully understand many of the things that a woman experiences. (Just as I cannot understand all that Dh has experienced thus far in his, no matter how hard I’d wish to.)
Sometimes a girl just needs her sisters to talk to.
“We’re connected, as women. It’s like a spiderweb. If one part of that web vibrates, if there’s trouble, we all know it, but most of the time we’re just too scared, or selfish, or insecure to help. But if we don’t help each other, who will?” ― The Peach Keeper
It’s been quite a few years since I first realized that, though. And I have had female friends in my life since then that I’ve had an absolute blast hanging out with, but when it came to that deep connection that my soul has so yearned for… The friendships, unfortunately, fell short.
That was, at least, until recently.
2018 has been a year of AMAZING growth for me.
And much like when we’re children experiencing growing pains, not all of it was comfortable or even fun. But, I believe that I’ve met all of it with as much love and grace as I could have mustered in each “opportunity”.
“Life is not a DIY project.”
To be honest, I don’t recall where I first heard those words, but it’s something I have written down in my “Spiritual 911” journal. That little book that I go to when I’m in need of a bit of inspiration.
I truly believe that no matter what we go through, no matter how challenging a situation we experience is, Spirit gives us the “tools” we need to get through it successfully.
Spirit guided me toward my “Sisters in Spirit” near the beginning of the year, and they’ve been there through all the challenges, just as I was blessed to be able to stand beside them as they experienced theirs.
And I’m truly pleased to say that our circle is expanding. We’re sharing our love, compassion, and understanding with other women, who are sharing theirs with us in a true formation of sisterhood.
We are all, every one of us, truly blessed!
“A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.” ―