Procrastinating the need to crawl out of bed one slow morning, I grabbed my phone to scroll some beauty. With one finger bent across the top of the screen covering my camera eye (because creepers), I used another to pull square pictures up the screen as I engaged in the legitimate creeping of Instagram. I usually enjoy the inspiration from other's lives, but instead of the tranquil vignettes, I was seeing opinions laid out in the streets and proud faces among the chaotic crowds.
Unsure what was going on (I live under a rock), I quickly googled the news about the largest Women's March in history. I also, quite surprisingly, discovered a little fire under my butt as a result. Who knew I could feel so strongly about this?
For a good while now I have been wrestling with women in our culture, even in the Christian circles. There's an agenda in the undercurrent carrying us away from the Biblical perspective and place of womanhood (no surprise), and sometimes it seems everyone else is missing it. I'm not yet ready to put all my thoughts on the matter out there: a) I want this space to be a place of acceptance and encouragement, b) I'm trying to hear God's whisper in the midst of the noise. My opinion matters little, but His is a pretty big deal!
The fire under my butt helped me see a need to:
- refrain from the temptation to quickly judge one another
- meander through the truth rather than hurry toward wrong solutions
- talk less, listen more
Not just in these heated political times, but in everyday living.
I'm really glad you stopped in today. What are you wrestling with today? I'm listening.