Now, with her granddaughter in her arms, she reflected upon the bonds of sisterhood that unite women of every generation who have a work to do for the Lord. Sister Belle S.
It is also true that the harder you work in the service of the Lord, the sweeter the sisterhood. In the ensuing years, I have gained a deep appreciation for the work and the sweetness of sisterhood among Latter-day Saint women. Although there are meaningful, close associations with women not of our faith, the eternal nature of our commitment and the Spirit of the Lord that accompanies service in the Church give a quality to sisterhood in the gospel that is not found elsewhere.
An important example of sisterhood is that of Mary and Elizabeth. Luke —31, Mary hurried to the home of Elizabeth in the city of Juda. Upon hearing her salutation, Elizabeth knew, through a witness of the Spirit, that Mary was to be the mother of the Messiah. For the next three months, Mary remained with Elizabeth.
From Mary, in her youth and with a special mission few others could comprehend, there was surely understanding and support. And from Elizabeth, there surely came wisdom shared from the experiences of a long life. Women the world over appreciate the closeness Mary and Elizabeth felt and the strength they each gained together. This account allows us to see clearly that sisterhood may be both individual and shared.
We see many examples of women who have devotedly, often courageously, pursued personal righteousness. Tabitha of Joppa, described as a disciple, in life gave herself to good works and charitable service. See Acts — Pioneer journals detail tender accounts of women who, while crossing the plains, buried husbands or children in graves they would never see again, and of single women who traveled the thousand miles from Winter Quarters to the Salt Lake Valley without the help of a man to help drive the wagon or push the handcart.
They crossed rivers in slush-ice, then tried to dry out their clothes before pitiful fires sizzling and sputtering in the snow. When they finally reached the valley, a woman may have been required to keep house in a rude shelter dug from the side of a hill.
But these sisters triumphed over trials, and in the strength of their faith created homes from which missionaries were sent abroad and welcomed back, where children were taught to read and write and to worship God. Less frequently known are accounts describing the goodness of individual women in subsequent generations. A sister shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams. A sister smiles when one tells one's stories - for she knows where the decoration has been added.
A true sister is a friend who listens with her heart. A younger sister is someone to use as a guinea-pig in trying sledges and experimental go-carts.
Sisters may be women who grew up under the same roof as you-or they may be dear friends, soul-kin you meet along the way. For many, sisterhood means. “Women who understand how powerful they are do not give into envy over meaningless things, instead they fight to maintain the beautiful bond.
Someone to send on messages to Mum. But someone who needs you - who comes to you with bumped heads, grazed knees, tales of persecution.
The bond of pouring cold water over the shower curtain just to get a reaction, and laugh at the sound of their scream of terror. Goode Sisterhood is powerful. Inspiring Poems Inspiring Stories. I pray that this never changes. Sisterhoods focus on women and must be a no pressure zone.
Someone who trusts you to defend her. Someone who thinks you know the answers to almost everything. An older sister helps one remain half child, half woman. An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counsellor and a sharer of delights. And sorrows too. Between sisters, often, the child's cry never dies down. Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life. Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister. Brothers and sisters are as close as hands and feet.
Elder sisters never can do younger ones justice! Having a sister is like having a best friend you can't get rid of. You know whatever you do, they'll still be there. Help one another, is part of the religion of sisterhood.
How do people make it through life without a sister? Husbands come and go; children come and eventually they go. Friends grow up and move away. But the one thing that's never lost is your sister. I don't believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at. I know some sisters who only see each other on Mother's Day and some who will never speak again. But most are like my sister and me I smile because you are my sister, I laugh because there is nothing you can do about it!
I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness. If sisters were free to express how they really feel, parents would hear this: "Give me all the attention and all the toys and send Rebecca to live with Grandma. If we believed in the media we would think the only significant relationship in our lives is a romantic one. Yet sisterhood is probably the one that will last longer than any other If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child.
If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she's wearing your best sweater. In thee my soul shall own combined the sister and the friend.
Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister. It was nice growing up with someone like you - someone to lean on, someone to count on It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time. How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own. More than Santa Claus, your sister knows when you've been bad and good. My sister taught me everything I really need to know, and she was only in sixth grade at the time. Rose Yoder had a nice lilt to it. Hold on there.
A highly unlikely occurrence. According to Glenn, few non-Amish successfully joined. Would I even contemplate the radical lifestyle, not to mention learning the language? And where did God fit in?
Playing hooky, getting to know each other. Angela must have been dumbfounded, the way she stared. To think the ones you just ate were freshly laid.