My mom is in town this week, which hopefully explains the silence of this blog. She lives in Zambia, and I see her about twice a year, so I try to soak up the time while she’s here. She’s been tagging along with me to work (she watched me teach a 3-hour humanities class), to run errands (she watched me do my happy “under budget grocery trip” dance), and tending my little apartment.
She’s also been cleaning. A lot. Because she is the most organized person I know, and I’m the least organized person she knows. Yesterday, she took a look at my bookshelves — piled to the brim with the disheveled reading material -and shook her head. “These need to be organized.”
The phrase “biblical womanhood” is often a sweet Jesus Juke that silences the discontent that could lead us to the Cross.
These two dresses have been a fabulous addition to my fledgling wardrobe. One step closer to having a personal style, y’all. It’s coming!
We must base our understanding of meritorious womanhood on the Gospel that applies to real women.
It’s harder than the culture’s notion that we are perfect and more complex than the inner voice that screams that we are worthless worms in every way. Be kind to yourself.
Here on earth, marriage is broken sometimes… because we are broken.
We’ve bought the stereotype that women are either wallflowers or warriors. In reality, every one of us is more complex than that.