Being in a culture that is so different than mine has brought up a variety of issues in my heart and soul.
I am a woman, and there are some countries who don’t appreciate the beauty of a woman. Women are vulnerable, a precious treasure, we can be emotional and sometimes irrational.
Women in India are whether loved nor admired. They can be a slave to their own family and enchanted in a web of cultural lies.
Women in this world are lower class, easy to be manipulated and victims of their weaker physical strength. We can get influenced and broken down, when we really need reassurance that we are enough, valued and accepted the way we are.
I am a women and I am also Gods precious daughter. I have been there, beaten and defeated.My past has crushed my Spirit but God beautifully restored my worth. I am a women who is broken, sometimes the enemies lies haunt me and my wounds that are not yet healed bring out the worst in me. I am a women that can say the wrong things and can act the wrong way. I am an imperfect human being, but God is working on my mess.
Women of this world crave to be nurtured, valued and loved. If I hear that baby girls are unwanted, my heart breaks a little. If I see a lonely widow, I sense her suffering and I just want to lessen the pain. I am a women who can relate to hopelessness and fear. There are moments I can’t control my emotions, moments I don’t understand why God would place me in a culture where I feel so bound to be someone I am not.
I am a women that sees her sisters and doesn’t keep silent. I can be a firecracker and outspoken, sometimes I can be misunderstood. Sometimes I mess up, so God can humble me and get me of my wagon of righteous anger. I am not chosen I am just willing! God called me to my oppressed and voiceless sisters, not because He needs me but because He saved me. I can’t sleep at night until I do my part in telling them how much they are loved by a man that died over two thousand years ago on the cross.
Women are human beings, we are Gods beautiful creation, made in His image. We are not here to be pushed around or taken advantage off. We deserve a voice, an opinion and love.
I am a women, not a feminist. I love my brothers in Christ and appreciate our differences. Praise God for godly men.
I am a women who is learning to run the Race with love. It takes layers of sweat, hot nights of tears and a fighter Spirit that is called Jesus. The Race after Christ is messy, hurtful and no cakewalk but I have never been called to run after cookies and cream anyway. I have been called to run after my Creator and He is worth every little bit of pain.
Jen
