The Power of Sisterhood and Spiritual Covering

I am part of a faith-based circle of praying women, led by a woman I consider my spiritual mother. I call her Mama Dee, though she is known around the world as Dr. Dunamis Dee and Apostle Dee. At the time, there were about three hundred women in the circle, and thirty of us were part of her Inner Circle, those closest to her impartation and prayer covering. Together, we prayed for our families, our legacies, and our healing through the Word of God.

When I was diagnosed with cancer, that circle became one of the greatest sources of my strength. Spiritually discerning as she is, Mama Dee paired me with one of my spiritual sisters who had just overcome cancer and a spiritual brother who would pour into my mind. Every week, I checked in with all three of them. Their wisdom, encouragement, and prayers anchored me when fear tried to take root.

When I was taken to the hospital by ambulance, my daughter called Mama Dee, who then alerted our entire circle of three hundred women to pray. I know without question that their prayers covered me through every procedure, every complication, and every long night of recovery. Even when my body was weak, I could feel the strength of their intercession surrounding me.

My parents’ home church also became a refuge of prayer and support. They covered me, checked in on my family, and stood with me when I could not stand on my own. They were present on the day I rang the bell, celebrating what felt like a collective victory for every person who had prayed, believed, and hoped with me.

Beyond those spiritual circles, a few dear friends walked with me from the moment of diagnosis through the very last treatment and even beyond. They are still in my life today. Their consistency became proof that love does not fade when the crisis ends.

Through this experience, I realized something profound. For the first time in my life, I surrendered to being supported. I had spent years believing I had to carry everything on my own, that independence was strength and vulnerability was risk. But cancer broke that belief. I learned that real strength often looks like letting others hold you, pray for you, and cover you in ways you did not know you needed.