If there’s one thing I’ve learned about sisterhood, it’s that it doesn’t just happen. It’s not automatic, and it’s certainly not always easy. For a long time, I believed that friendships would just flow. That if you clicked with someone, the rest would follow effortlessly. But life has a way of proving otherwise.
Careers take off. People move to new cities. Babies are born. Calendars fill up. Group chats go quiet. And before you know it, you’re scrolling through old pictures, wondering how people you once talked to every day became strangers in the background of your life.
When Loneliness Creeps In
I found myself in that space not too long ago. Lonely, not because I lacked people around me, but because I lacked meaningful connections. I missed the intentional check-ins. The “just thinking about you” texts. The kind of conversations where someone asks, “How is your heart?” and stays long enough to hear the real answer.
At first, I waited, hoping someone would notice. Hoping someone would reach out. But eventually, I realized I had a choice. I could sit in the silence, or I could be the one to make the first move. So I started small. I sent the texts. The “Hey, I miss you” messages. I asked people how they were faring. I invited old friends to coffee, even when it meant rearranging my day. I followed up. I showed up.
Some friendships didn’t make it. And that’s okay. But others did. They grew roots. Deep, soul-nourishing roots. The kind that holds you steady and reminds you who you are on days when life feels uncertain.
Sisterhood Takes Intention
Now, I’m surrounded by women who see me, celebrate me, and hold space for the version of me that isn’t always polished. Women who pray with me, laugh with me, call me higher, and love me well. Not because we have a perfect bond, but because we’ve chosen each other over and over again.
That’s what sisterhood is, a choice.
It’s choosing to forgive when you’ve been hurt, reaching out when it feels awkward. Choosing to be vulnerable and follow through. It’s choosing to love someone in their mess and let them love you in yours. It’s not always easy, but it’s definitely worth it. We don’t stumble into deep friendship as adults. We build it conversation by conversation, text by text, coffee date by coffee date.
So if you’ve been feeling disconnected lately, let this be your gentle nudge. Be the friend you’re hoping to find. Make the call. Send the message. Start again. Because choosing sisterhood, again and again, just might be one of the best decisions you’ll ever make. And it’s never too late to begin.
