This past weekend was Women’s Day at my church. Women’s Day is an annual celebration in many black churches meant to uplift and empower women. This year our theme was: “Who am I? I Am My Sister’s Keeper.” I left the Prayer Breakfast and Sunday Morning Service realizing that I have been very selective of who I consider my sister and how I extend my sisterhood. When I speak of sisters, I am speaking of those women that I allow into my inner circle. We look out for each other. We celebrate each other’s achievements. We encourage each other when we fall short of our goals, and we even correct each other when we see our sister stepping out of line. I thought about the women in my circle. I am closer to some than others. But I love them all the same. But they do not represent all of my sisters. Who have I neglected or forgotten?
Who have I forgotten?
One woman came to mind. I’ve thought of her often over the past year. I actually shed a tear every time she comes to mind. She has been through a lot in her life. I know, for example, that she his broken-hearted because of division in her family. As a child, she had the brightest smile and a mischievous twinkle in her eye. If she began to laugh, you would not be able to keep a straight face. In spite of her hardships, I see her as someone who is absolutely overflowing with gifts and talents that people around her failed to recognized and nurture. She is tough. (Don’t cross her!) But I have also seen a piece of her just wants to be recognized as a lady.
I heard that she has fallen on hard times in the last year. I said that I would get a hold of her then. I found her contact information online. I still haven’t reached out to her. I’ve missed her birthday, Christmas, New Years. I’m not very good at finding the words to soothe a rough situation, but that is no excuse for not contacting her. By failing to contact her, I have made her a low priority. That is no way to treat a sister. I don’t have much in the way of tangibles to offer her, but I’m certain a listening ear, friendship, a little sisterly love, will go a long way to making her situation more bearable.