As a woman, I have seen that clean and tidy ideas can wreak havoc. When I hear jokes about how “women like to make things look pretty” in Christian circles, it leaves me inadequate. As a woman who would rather think about ideas and solve problems than make things pretty, it makes me an outsider. When women are described as the more emotional gender, I again am an outsider as tears don’t come easily to me. So I feel at home among the misfits in the stories of Scripture.
Silence is golden. Children should be seen and not heard. How times they have changed. We work to give voices to those on the margins. The kids, minorities, women. All deserve a voice we say. But what is a voice without listening ears? How can we share one another’s tears? We need... Continue Reading →
And with that my mind busied again, trying to glean the wisdom that God was showing me through this circumstance. I began to wonder what ways I’m carrying my child, building my strength while stunting his growth. Like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, struggle often plays a key role in our growth, but struggle is also meant to be shared (Romans 12:15). How do I know whether I am sharing a burden too big for another or just bearing a load they are meant to carry?
Beauty in the Brokenness 