The Power of Gospel Sisterhood

I had a fun, out-of-the-ordinary day yesterday. I went to lunch with two friends. One I hadn’t interacted with for nearly two decades. I’ve known her since elementary school, and we played on the junior high school basketball team together. The other friend was our coach and teacher from that era.

Going out to lunch with girlfriends is fun enough, but we did much more than fill our tummies and get our social fix. We fed our spirits. For three hours, we bore our souls — and our testimonies — to each other. We laughed and cried together. Twenty years had brought significant trials for each of us — decades of singleness for one, the tragic loss of two stillborn babies for another, chronic illnesses for two of us. As we opened up our hearts and our lives to each other, it was as if time stood still — and also as if time had not really passed since we had last interacted. Our hearts were “knit together in unity and love” (Mosiah 18:21). I left filled — with a renewed determination to endure to the end, with a deep gratitude for the gospel that gives hope through difficult times, and with a deep love for these friends and sisters.

The power of sisterhood in the gospel never ceases to amaze me. I feel it when I worship with my ward sisters every week. I feel it here as we share our faith and feelings with one another. And I felt it at an Olive Garden restaurant with friends from years past. Extraordinary.

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