Anchored by Love: The Bond with my Sister

They say people enter our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I’ve spent countless hours reflecting on the relationships I’ve formed, wondering what each one was meant to teach me — and what I needed to learn about myself. With every connection, I often asked: Am I becoming the person I am truly meant to be? Sometimes, it was obvious. Other times, I found myself wearing a version of me that wasn’t real — someone I thought I needed to be to fit in, to be loved, to feel worthy.

My mother always said I was easily influenced by those around me, and looking back, I understand why. I was still learning who I was, still discovering which parts of me were safe to reveal and which were waiting to be reclaimed. There was a wildness inside me, a craving for freedom and authentic expression. I wanted to live by my own rhythm — to follow my spirit wherever it led — without being bound by the expectations of others.

But somewhere in adolescence, something changed. My natural connection — my intuition, my sensitivity to the unseen, my sense of the divine — began to fade into the background. I had spent so long trying to belong that I lost touch with the part of me that simply was. And yet, as I look back now, I see how even in the moments I felt disconnected from myself, the universe was never disconnected from me. It was always working quietly in the background — guiding me, grounding me, and placing the right people in my life.

For me, one of those people has always been my sister, Brenda. Growing up, she was my world. We didn’t have a secret language — we didn’t need one. Our connection was far deeper than words. It was telepathic. I would reach for my phone to call her, and she’d already be thinking of me. There were countless moments like that — small, synchronistic reminders that our souls were in sync, communicating through energy long before words were ever spoken.

Brenda embodied everything I admired — confidence, humor, grace, and this effortless ability to light up a room. I followed her everywhere as a child, hoping that some of her magic would rub off on me. Of course, like any sisters, we had our share of arguments and slammed doors. But nothing could touch the bond we shared. And as time passed, and life carried us into different seasons — different homes, even different continents — that bond didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened. Time and distance became irrelevant when our souls already spoke in silence.

Now, I see so clearly that Brenda has been one of the universe’s greatest gifts to me — a living symbol of divine support. Her presence in my life mirrors the way the universe moves: steady, constant, patient, and unconditional. When I lose my way, she shows up — not to fix or direct, but to remind me that I am safe, held, and loved exactly as I am. She doesn’t question who I’m becoming. She simply allows me to be, and in that space, I find healing.

It’s in those moments of deep, unspoken connection that I remember one of the universe’s most sacred truths: we are never truly alone. We are always supported — often through the people who cross our paths. Some of them walk beside us for a short time, others for a lifetime, but each is a messenger. Each offers a reflection of something within us that is ready to be seen, healed, or remembered.

Spiritual Reflection:

Take a moment to think about the people who show up in your life again and again — the ones who seem to sense your needs before you even speak them. They might not always have the answers, but their presence itself is the answer. The universe often uses them as vessels of guidance, reminders that divine love can speak through human hearts.

Brenda has taught me that true support doesn’t have to be loud or dramatic. It can exist in the quiet consistency of someone who simply shows up. Like the universe, her love works softly, behind the scenes, guiding me back to my own strength when I forget it’s there.

There have been times when I’ve felt broken, uncertain, or lost — and without even realising it, her presence has anchored me back into myself. That’s what divine love does. It doesn’t push or pull. It allows. It holds. It trusts that you’ll find your way in perfect time.

For Those Reading This:

Maybe you’re reading this and thinking, I don’t have that one person who always has my back. Maybe your life has been filled with people who come and go, or perhaps you’ve learned to walk much of your path alone. If that’s you, I want you to know this: you are still profoundly supported.

Even when there isn’t a single human beside you who fully understands, the universe does.
It’s listening, always. It’s weaving quiet miracles into your days, sending signs to remind you that you are never forgotten. The whisper of intuition, the feather on your path, the unexpected song that moves your heart, the gentle warmth that washes over you when you need it most — these are not coincidences. These are messages.

The universe speaks in symbols and synchronicities. It reaches through moments of stillness, through the rustle of trees, through the stranger who smiles at you at just the right time. Every day, it leaves breadcrumbs of magic for you to find. But you must stay open, awake, and willing to see the unseen.

So even if you don’t have a “Brenda” in your life, have faith, learn to lean into the invisible current that holds you. Speak to the universe as you would to a trusted friend — tell it your worries, your gratitude, your hopes — and then trust that it hears you. Because it does.

Reminder:
You are guided, even when you feel lost.
You are loved, even when you doubt your worth.
You are never, ever walking this path alone.

The universe doesn’t need to shout its support; it moves in whispers, in moments of divine timing, in the way life unfolds exactly as it should. Look for the signs, the small miracles, the gentle nudges. Notice the coincidences that aren’t coincidences at all.

Because when you learn to trust that unseen force, when you know deep in your bones that the universe always has your back, something beautiful happens — fear loosens its grip, and love takes the lead.

So let yourself be anchored in that love.
Let yourself believe in the magic that holds this world together.
And let yourself remember that the universe, in its infinite wisdom, is always finding ways to remind you:
You are never alone.