Refrigerators: a family’s wall of fame. In elementary school, I put my scribbled stick figure depictions of my family on there, proud of my artistry. In middle school, the refrigerator was instead filled up with report cards that showed off our good attendance and A/B averages. In high school, it was filled with weekly schedules of each member of the family: Who had work, school, and other priorities we needed to know about to figure out who got the cars and at what times.
In college, the refrigerator now showcases no report cards nor stick figure scribbles. There are no schedules to see. Instead, it is filled with life: wedding invitations, condolence cards, birth announcements, graduation pictures, and prayers.
I don’t live with my family anymore but looking at these moments of life that hang on my refrigerator door, I am reminded that while I may not live with my biological family, it doesn’t mean I am without one.
I live with faith-filled women who desire the same thing I do, a relationship with God. Looking at this refrigerator, this wall of fame, I come to realize how blessed I am to have this other family of mine.
We walk through this life together as sisters in Christ. The pictures and cards that hang on the door are proof of this.
We celebrate love, we rejoice in new babies and when a life is lost we hold each other close offering a shoulder to cry on. We are there for each other through the joy and the pain. We suffer together, we laugh together, we study together and we pray together.
We come home at midnight and pray a rosary in the quiet darkness of night. We dance in the living room, we cook and bake, we praise and worship our God, and we leave notes of encouragement and prayer for each other when we need it.
This family I am blessed to be apart of is a family because we have a beautiful sisterhood in Christ. As sisters we ask questions like, “how can I pray for you today?” and do so with sincerity and genuine love.
Having true sisters in our lives are important. We need people to pray for us, and not just to pray for the most mundane things in our lives, but for the deep, dark gritty stuff we don’t want just anyone to see.
The past few months have really proven to me just how much I needed this sisterhood to surround myself with. All three of us have gone through our own trials; whether that be financial stress, relationships, anxiety, grieving, or work conflicts.
Satan had been dragging us through the mud and without the sisterhood we have, life would have been so much more difficult. We aren’t meant to do this on our own; we all need community. We need others to help us to lift our crosses, to carry us to the finish line and to lift us up in prayer as we go about our days.
If I didn’t have someone to talk me down from my emotional freak out about work and school or someone to lift me up in both affirmation and prayer, I wouldn’t be in the place I am today. When I fall, I have sisters all around me to push me back towards Christ.
Find that sister who can come home from work late at night and serve you up an ice cream sundae when you feel like you’re drowning in school work. Find that sister who writes uplifting messages to you on the bathroom wall with the steam from a hot shower. Find that sister who looks you in the eyes and truly cares about the trials you’re facing in your life.
Live your life with these sisters in such a way that when you look back on the memories you’ve made and the experiences you witnessed, you’ll see both the joy and the suffering. You’ll know you’ve walked, crawled, been carried, and supported each other in this life together and that the refrigerator you see keeps only a vague snapshot of the emotions and stories you hold close to your heart.