Sisterhood Pain

Bonded by pain a sisterhood grew. I use to say if opening my life only helped one my work was done, but how I'm flattered knowing so many trust me to hold their hand; because I understand. Our shoe size the same and the path beaten but if we choose the road less traveled our journey will be brighter. Pain forged our sisterhood, but we shall not wallow. Let's stop meeting at the coffee pot to commiserate those old stories. Now is the time as women that we build each other up. Please take my hand and I will pull you up. I need for you to understand that you are greater, more powerful than the lies you've been told. As Apostle said to me last Friday, "You are a treasure chest of precious gems." You are heavens gift. How mighty is our story of victory!!