There is something very special in sisterhood. I see it in my mom and my aunt (ages 90 & 86) who talk several times a day and go to lunch together several times a week. And I see it among my sisters in Christ. I didn’t get a sister by birth to grow up with and share my secrets, hopes & dreams, but God blessed me with wonderful sisters by virtue of the new birth.
Today was a day of prayer (and fasting for a few) for a special group of “sisters.” There is so much going on in the lives of these women, my life included. Illnesses and job problems and family trials. Last night, “B” cried, Enough!
I started my day by cranking up the praise music in my office and just singing away at the top of my lungs. And I felt some of my “woes” falling away as I prayed for my needs and the needs of others. Certainly I was strengthened as my sisters went to war in the heavenly realms. Hmm. I’m feeling a praise song coming on as I write this.
Even so, come, Lord Jesus. Amen.