That’s what a client of mine said recently, and it hit me right in the heart. I have a brother—but no sisters. And she said it as we were talking about why we hold women so close.
Why we cling to sisterhood.
Why we champion other women so fiercely.
Why it means so much to be supported by women and to support them right back.
It’s not just about friendship. It’s about filling something we never had growing up. And when you didn’t grow up with sisters, your soul aches for the safety, power, and love of other women. So when you find it, you protect it. You nurture it. You don’t take it lightly.
I saw several women this week walking into rooms they used to pray for—experiencing breakthroughs they once only dreamed of—and it brought me to tears. I mean real tears.
There’s something sacred about watching a woman:
- Go to war for herself
- Believe in herself
- Believe in God
- Believe in the Holy Spirit inside of her
- Know she was built to do more
- Understand that she is the solution to a problem in the world
That kind of confidence? That kind of fire?
It moves me every single time.
Sisterhood still matters.
There are women who will love you without gossiping about you.
There are women who will cheer for you as loudly as you cheer for yourself.
There are women who will support you without competing with you.
This week, I was invited by the TD Jakes Foundation to attend an event in Martha’s Vineyard. I couldn’t go, and I was honestly disappointed…until I reread the email and realized I could send someone.
So I did. I invited a client of mine who is in the process of raising venture capital.
That’s what real support looks like.
Because when you’re surrounded by the right women, they don’t just clap for you—
they open doors for you.
Let this be your reminder:
There is a community of women who will hold you up, root for your wildest dreams, and make you feel safe while you rise.
We call that community the Speak Your Way To Cash Mastermind.
The Speak Your Way To Cash® Mastermind.
And if your spirit has been craving sisterhood, like mine has for years…
Come sit with us.