June 26, 2015

The Easter season is behind us, as well as several of the great feasts of our faith. Now we're back into ordinary time with all the obligations of daily life.  Sometimes we need a reminder that we are indeed an Easter People, and we have reason for joy.

Here is the culmination of our faith:  for God so loved the world that He gave His only son.  Isn’t it glorious? His son Jesus embraced the cross to atone for our sins, and in so doing, broke the chains of death so that we might enjoy eternal life in the heavenly kingdom.

When I think about the significance of that gift, it is so very tempting to respond as the women did when they come upon their Lord after the resurrection. Some translations have it that they ‘embraced His feet’. When I put myself in their place - so easy to do as their response seems to be the natural feminine impulse – I can imagine their relief and joy and reverence. All of Jerusalem had praised Jesus when He entered the city, then as ardently denounced Him not a week later. The women had witnessed His indescribable sufferings, which included betrayal and abandonment. And then, horribly, came His death. Where was the kingdom He spoke about? How was it possible that their beloved teacher who claimed to be the Son of the Living God had been put to death like a common criminal?  Still, their hearts were filled with love for Him, and they wanted to serve Him even then, so they went to visit His tomb only to find He was no longer there.

June 18, 2015

My mom’s birthday was yesterday and Father’s Day is on Sunday (my parents are doomed to always share at least one of their special days) and I was reflecting the other day about the words of “wisdom” parents tend to “share” with their kids.  You know what I’m talking about.  My husband’s parents used to tell him that he couldn’t have more ketchup because it was WAY too expensive, and that every time he turned the lights off and on it cost 25 cents.  When he grew up and moved out he was surprised, and delighted, to find out that neither ketchup nor light-switching were all that expensive. 

I suppose that all parents get to a point with their kids where they will just say anything to appease or pacify or make them stop doing what they’re doing (in my husband’s case, I think it was drinking ketchup and playing dance party).  Thinking back on my own childhood, I know my parents had a handful of one-liners that I thought were meant for pacification, but when I reflect on them (now that I’m grown and over the teenage angst and eye-rolling - mostly) the things they used to say were actually good. 

And surprisingly true. 

Allow me to share. 

June 4, 2015

One of my New Years’ resolutions for 2015 is to read one book on femininity every month.  I’m two months in and still carrying on (just finished Rhonda Cervin's Feminine, Free and Faithful, and very much looking forward to book #3 in one week, Gertrude von le Fort’s The Eternal Woman).  While I’m working at forging ahead, I like to look back and ponder where I’ve been.  There are several books that greatly influenced my ideals of Femininity, to date.   They’re in no particular order except the order in which my brain remembered them, but I hope you enjoy, and perhaps get inspired to pick one or two up yourself. 

May 23, 2015

I have a strong aversion to the word “submission”, most especially when it’s used in reference to women and marriage?  When I hear the word all these images come flooding into my mind: images of domination, inferiority, doormats and indentured servitude, deference in stupid things, husbands using their strength to hurt their wives physically, psychologically, mentally and women meekly submitting themselves to it all. There are a whole lot of negative biases I’ve acquired over the years and I don’t think I’m the only one. 


What is a woman? What does it mean to be feminine? There is softness and hardness, compassion and ferocity. There is contentment and adventure, freedom and service. We're conundrums, especially to ourselves, but we all, in one way or another, possess beauty, creativity, intuition and love. We were made for love, and we are loved, cellulite and all. So sit with us a while and ponder the Feminine Gift.


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