Here’s the thing: if my math is correct (and it’s always possible that it isn’t, but whatever) I’ve met over 325 sisters in my time in Phi Beta Chi. Of course, many have graduated or transferred, but I still remember them and their contributions not only to the sorority as a whole, but to my life in particular. And I’ll be forever grateful for that. So I’ve decided to write this post as a thank you to Phi Beta Chi and to all of my beautiful, talented sisters that have never failed to let me down.
What I'm thankful for:
I’m so thankful for Deb and Greg and all they do for the house and the sisters who live there. They both have a knack for fixing what’s broken, whether it be relationships between sisters or the coffee maker. And so, with 150 of my beautiful sisters squeezed in the chapter room, two stand-in parents and a puppy, that house became a home.
(And if anyone asks, yes, we do have a swimming pool.)
But if you’re lucky, your journey together won’t be over. If you’re lucky, maybe you’ll even get to road trip with them to Washington D.C. this summer to watch your Big get married.
By the time Wednesday night came around, I was always in need of a devo. Thankfully, they’re led by one of the most amazing chaplains that PBX has seen (ayy Mattina!) But it’s also about all of the little God moments between Wednesday nights when you connect with your sisters on a spiritual level. For me, most of these God moments occurred in the parking lot of Bojangles or Cook Out. And it’s hard to describe the feeling sometimes, but watching God work through others was the push I often needed. Seeing God work in the lives of sisters like Sarah Langley and Katelin Franklin, two of the Godliest women I know, inspired me to be strong in my faith.
In last semester’s beta group led by Julia Meder and Matti Smith, Matti would always ask for the highs and lows of our week. And because of the sisterhood, in my four years here, I always had far more highs.
I love you all.