By Katrina Currie
Sisterhood is a sanctuary.
It’s not bound by blood, but by the heart — woven together with threads of empathy, love and unwavering commitment. This kind of sisterhood stands tall in the darkest valleys and dances with you on the highest rooftops.
For me, the past couple of years have been a testimony to the power of this divine connection. Through health challenges — constant viral infections, kidney concerns and the looming uncertainty of biopsies — my sisters have surrounded me with a love so pure, it mirrored the grace of heaven itself.
In those moments, I was reminded of the story in Mark 2:3-11, where four men carried their paralyzed friend to Jesus. When they couldn’t get through the crowd, they tore open the roof, lowering him directly in front of the Healer. That imagery speaks deeply to me — not because I was physically paralyzed, but because I faced seasons of emotional, spiritual and physical exhaustion.
Yet, I had sisters who refused to let me stay on the ground.
Taja Cunningham, Stephanie Catlin Piper, Inez DeShields, Zelma Currie Holmes, Delorise “Delo” Nettles, Deborah Quave, Jerry Hopkins, Donna Richardson, LaTerria Chestang Slay, Monica McInnis, Heather Ide Miller, Monica Mingo, Tisha Fairley-West, Ernestine Stewart Black, Nita L. Chase — each name represents a woman who lifted a corner of my mat and carried me when I couldn’t carry myself. They were the ones who prayed, sat me down when I needed rest and poured into my business when I didn’t even realize I needed help.
They didn’t do it for recognition. They didn’t do it to receive something in return; the motive was love.
SISTERHOOD IS TRANSFORMATIONAL
The beauty of this bond lies in its selflessness. It’s the woman who calls just to say, “I see you.” It’s the friend who sends you flowers when you’ve barely spoken about your struggles. It’s the collective of women who push you to step onto stages, attend conferences and pursue healing even when you feel like fading into the background.
These women are not only friends; they are lifelines. They remind me that success is not just individual — it’s communal. Every win is sweeter because the journey was shared. Every hurdle is less daunting because I was never alone.
ROOFTOPS AND VALLEYS
In the valleys, these women prayed over me. On the rooftops, they celebrated beside me. Together, we have laughed, cried, strategized and built each other up.
Their sisterhood feels like divine intervention, God’s tangible reminder that I am not alone. It’s in these moments that I realize the incredible gift of community. Like the friends in Mark, they aren’t afraid to break barriers to make way for healing, joy and progress.
A CALL TO CULTIVATE SISTERHOOD
Sisterhood isn’t just for the hard times; it’s for every season. We are called to be the women who lift each other higher, tear down ceilings if necessary, stand in the gap and show up faithfully.
To every woman reading this, know that your circle matters; build it with intention. Surround yourself with those who celebrate your success passionately. We all are called to be the friend who lifts others to the rooftop, even when the crowds try to block the way.
One day, you may find yourself on that mat — and it will be your sisters’ hands that carry you straight to the feet of Jesus.
Katrina Currie is owner/operator of I AM Candy and Things and founder/chair of the nonprofit organization Beautify the Meek. Reach her at katrinalcurrie@gmail.com or iamcandyandthings@gmail.com.