We’ve done life together, these five women and I. Once part of the same church fellowship, we became a team. They interceded for me and supported me when I served as international minister at KU. They continue to intercede and support me in my ministries as writer and life coach.
We’ve laughed together and cried together as women do so well. All it takes is a phone call or an email to bring us together either physically or in prayer.
They are warriors, each and every one, ready to fight for each other, provide intervention when needed and encouragement when we don’t even know that’s what we need.
With this group of women, I can be real. I talk about my fears and my troubles without having to wrap them around Bible verses or a mask of faith.
My Saturday sisters understand. We share some of the same aches and pains yet we explore hope together, knowing we are headed for a better life in eternity.
Once a month we meet, on a Saturday. We put together a spontaneous pot luck, reconnect, hug and record prayer requests. We nurture each other as we check up on our needs and our joys. We bring special recipes and understand when one or more of us just can’t think of a single thing to cook. We keep each other accountable in faith and in the realities of life.
These Saturday sisters live out authenticity and know how to be real.
Two of us struggled through mid life divorce while the other four have lived many years with the same husband. We’ve prayed each other through those situations, too – through perseverance and heartache, joy and frustration.
Three of us know the pain of dealing with a parent who has Alzheimer’s. They tell me their stories so I can learn and include new passages in my books. We hope and pray that we won’t have to face the same battle ourselves.
We have prayed for each others’ children and grandchildren for they, too, have been underlined on our prayer lists. It feels as if we have raised six families together and indeed, we have needed each others’ village.
Some day I may write a book about my Saturday sisters and honor each of them in chapters that speak of their gifts and our bond of friendship.
I love them each, and I love them all together. Every time we meet, I consider it a blessing to peer into their pure hearts. And I respect how they love me back, just for who I am.
©2013 RJ Thesman – “The Unraveling of Reverend G” – http://amzn.to/11QATC1
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