My poor little neglected blog. Thought I might have to blow the cobwebs off my little corner of the interwebs to find it.
Frankly, for a while now I've thought about deleting it and my facebook page that goes with it, because I just wasn't sure I had anything to say anymore.
I cannot recount all the reasons why the past couple of years have been difficult, if you don't know
feel free to scroll through and read some posts about the 'whys'. If you've been following our story,
know for everything you know there's probably 10 other situations you don't.
It's just been allot. Fear, exhaustion, doubt, distrust all left me thinking I no longer had anything to
say.
But, the past few months (and don't get me wrong they haven't been easier) I have felt the 'old' me
beginning to come back to life. A spark here or there, left me thinking 'Oh I've got some words about ________'.
But, then I still couldn't get the words out from my brain to my fingers and keyboard.
This past January I couldn't even come up with a word to focus on for the year.
Even though for years now I've done so, the task of picking and praying about a word to focus on for
the year just seemed to daunting. My only thought/prayer for 2019 was 'please be kind to us'.
But then God.
Most of the moments in my life worth the retelling can begin with those three words.
But then God.
The word Restore keeps coming up over and over again.
I opened a home (for now ;) ) bakery in November out of need for our family to pay some of my
husbands medical bills. I have been baking since I was a kid and as a teenager was always making
something for some event or friend. But, life had marched on and I just got out of the habit
and forgot my love and enjoyment of creating something in the kitchen that brought people
joy. (Seriously, who's ever mad to receive a pie or cake or cookies??) But, out of this great need
for my family, the joy of something I loved was restored to me.
What a gift.
On top of this great gift, a friendship I NEVER thought could be repaired much less restored, God
has brought healing too. . .and not even just healing, although that would have been more than
enough - He added the gift of laughter and true friendship.
After 28 years, he restored that relationship. Of all the miracles in my life I didn't see coming, that
one ranks right up there at the top of the list. And how the healing and restoration came about is
to long to tell here, but God used my dear son and a need he had in his life to bring it about and
that will never not make me smile and shake my head at the wonder of God's ways and timing.
Two years ago I stepped down from formal ministry at my church, in doing so many of my speaking
opportunities dried up as well. I was confused about why God was moving in this way. . .Women's
Ministry is my passion . . .I just couldn't wrap my head around why He would take that from me.
Of course self doubt reared it's ugly head-it's because I'm not good enough, no one wants to hear
what you have to say, there are so many other more qualified people out there. . .the list goes on
and on. (I'm sure you have your own list. . .Satan loves a list and uses us to write it and read it
over and over to ourselves.)
Once again, but then God. Slowly, but surely he is restoring and frankly recreating my ministry
as well. Showing me how much of 'ministry' happens outside of the church walls. He keeps
bringing opportunities and situations to me that leave me looking around wondering 'is this really
happening'?!?! And guess what, often in the aisle of the grocery store. Of course.
In fact one night -and trust me when I tell you that you wouldn't believe me if I told you what
happened. . .I just laughed out loud as I left the store, just praising Him along the way saying over
and over again OF COURSE YOU BROUGHT ME BACK TO AISLE 12!!
There have been other things too during this time, things I'm still processing. How I can keep
being amazed by them is only a testament to God's complete and total grace. There isn't one thing
in my life that makes me deserving of any of it-but yet over and over again He's so good to this crazy
girl.
Are things perfect now and suddenly we have no health worries or medical bills? No. They never
will be this side of heaven.
But, just like all the trees and spring flowers, I can feel myself waking up again from a long cold
nap. Slowly, He is restoring my heart and the places in my life that I never thought could or would
be. . .some I didn't even know needed to be.
One of my favorite things to watch is HGTV especially Fixer Upper, and I'm reminded as they restore
those old houses that it takes time, that they often uncover things they never knew were a problem.
That's where I'm living right now. Right in the middle of my own fixer upper with the Carpenter
restoring me.
My family and I live in the heart of suburbia.
A very well lit community. Which is usually a good thing-until you'd like to view stars or in our case, see the Perseids meteor shower, then that requires a drive out to the country.
Which is exactly what we did. We drove. And then we drove some more, because the first spot we chose still wasn't dark enough.
And then we drove some more because the road we were on was still a bit busy and distracting.
We finally found the perfect dark, isolated spot. ( not what I'm usually looking for when it comes to parking)
All that driving in the dark on roads we were unfamiliar with. . .well frankly can (and did) leave me feeling sick and slightly anxious.
After a few minutes of stillness though, my stomach settled and my mind quieted and I began to look.
It took some time though for my eyes to adjust, even though my husband had driven us to the perfect viewing spot. My eyes, not acquainted with the darkness took some to see what was beautifully laid out before me in the dark summer sky.
When they did finally adjust though. . .WOW what amazing beauty; the stars, the meteors streaking through the sky. All the time, effort and even discomfort was worth it all.
God put on a spectacular show.
I've been thinking about that evening for the past couple of weeks. I've been thinking about how it compares to our journey this past couple of years as a family and for me personally this past year.
In so many ways it feels like we've been driving and driving in the dark. In the dark on roads we are unfamiliar with. . .that frankly with all the ups and downs makes me sick to my stomach sometimes.
Sometimes, I feel like either we are already there, or for sure should be-because surely we've been driving long enough! Or feeling like this spot must be good enough, surely I can see what He is trying to teach me from here.
And yet, further on we go. Further on into the darkness.
I would be dishonest if I said I see the beauty all time.
I don't. Anxiety-something I never struggled with before, now comes to greet me in the dark.
BUT. But, there are times, I KNOW for sure and for certain that I see the beauty/faithfulness/grace of God in these dark places that I wouldn't if I was still sitting in the 'suburbia' of my heart.
So, I'm trusting the driver. I've got to, because I for sure have no idea where we are going.
But, He does.
I'm trusting Him.
Even while driving in the dark.
A very well lit community. Which is usually a good thing-until you'd like to view stars or in our case, see the Perseids meteor shower, then that requires a drive out to the country.
Which is exactly what we did. We drove. And then we drove some more, because the first spot we chose still wasn't dark enough.
And then we drove some more because the road we were on was still a bit busy and distracting.
We finally found the perfect dark, isolated spot. ( not what I'm usually looking for when it comes to parking)
All that driving in the dark on roads we were unfamiliar with. . .well frankly can (and did) leave me feeling sick and slightly anxious.
After a few minutes of stillness though, my stomach settled and my mind quieted and I began to look.
It took some time though for my eyes to adjust, even though my husband had driven us to the perfect viewing spot. My eyes, not acquainted with the darkness took some to see what was beautifully laid out before me in the dark summer sky.
When they did finally adjust though. . .WOW what amazing beauty; the stars, the meteors streaking through the sky. All the time, effort and even discomfort was worth it all.
God put on a spectacular show.
I've been thinking about that evening for the past couple of weeks. I've been thinking about how it compares to our journey this past couple of years as a family and for me personally this past year.
In so many ways it feels like we've been driving and driving in the dark. In the dark on roads we are unfamiliar with. . .that frankly with all the ups and downs makes me sick to my stomach sometimes.
Sometimes, I feel like either we are already there, or for sure should be-because surely we've been driving long enough! Or feeling like this spot must be good enough, surely I can see what He is trying to teach me from here.
And yet, further on we go. Further on into the darkness.
I would be dishonest if I said I see the beauty all time.
I don't. Anxiety-something I never struggled with before, now comes to greet me in the dark.
BUT. But, there are times, I KNOW for sure and for certain that I see the beauty/faithfulness/grace of God in these dark places that I wouldn't if I was still sitting in the 'suburbia' of my heart.
So, I'm trusting the driver. I've got to, because I for sure have no idea where we are going.
But, He does.
I'm trusting Him.
Even while driving in the dark.
If you spent any time on social media you've seen the #metoo.
Women, and some men, sharing their stories or at least raising their hands to be counted among
those who've been sexually assaulted.
I've heard differing opinions on whether this is actually helpful.
I don't know. But I do know that the silence wasn't helpful either. That's not a judgment on those
who cannot share their stories, but it is a judgment on those who would silence the rest of us.
I've been assaulted twice in my life. Once at 19 the other at 20. I was a grown married women until
I fully realized what had been done to me. (<< My answer to critics, and I know they are out there
of why others and myself didn't/don't speak up sooner)
The first incident I didn't speak to anyone about really until just a few years ago. The guilt and shame
I carried with me for 'having put myself in a vulnerable situation' prevented me from seeing or
understanding what really happened to me.
As for my second #metoo story, that's the one I want to talk about the most.
When you grow up in an extremely conservative environment, you're taught that what you wear
and where you go, play a major part in whether or not you're assaulted. After all girls who dress
provocatively . . .well what can they expect??
When I was assaulted at 20 (Pushed and pinned against a wall, groped, forcibly trying to kiss me and
telling me 'you know you want to and come on') I was outside the church book store (located inside
the church building) and dressed in a long sleeve shirt and sweater vest and a skirt that basically
touched my ankles. Predators don't care what you're wearing or not wearing. When I told those
with the power and responsibility in the church to do anything, about the assault, I was told that I
should show him respect and if I did it wouldn't happen again.
The thing I regret the most is not taking it to his (the assailant) commanding officer (we were at
military base )so I could know for certain it wouldn't happen to someone else.
So, why am I sharing? To give courage to someone who might need it today.. .so she can stand up
and find her voice to say "Yes, Me too" or maybe she even need the courage to say "STOP".
For my daughter.
For my sons.
For The Church. We MUST do a better job at training, preventing and supporting victims. I think
we want so badly to think 'that would never happen here' that we look the other way or make excuses
for the abusers. Hear me church members (especially those of a conservative or independent stripe)
It doesn't matter what she's wearing or where she is. Protect her. Believe her. Make sure the women
and girls of your church know they are valued and safe. Embolden your girls to stand up to the
abusers and bullies in their lives so they don't have to be worried about 'being nice' or 'hurting his
feelings' or 'manliness'. It is far far past time.
My story isn't nearly as tragic as some and I'm certainly not looking for sympathy. But, I do want
to be counted among the #metoo, because we may not be a powerful force for change on our own, but
together we can and should be.
If you love a #metoo, hear her. Let her speak her story, don't run from it even if it's hard to hear.
If you're a #metoo, find the help and healing you need. Don't live in fear or isolation. Don't let it drive
you from Jesus. He is the healer of the brokenhearted, let him tend to your wounds.
You are dearly loved.
Grace and Peace,
Women, and some men, sharing their stories or at least raising their hands to be counted among
those who've been sexually assaulted.
I've heard differing opinions on whether this is actually helpful.
I don't know. But I do know that the silence wasn't helpful either. That's not a judgment on those
who cannot share their stories, but it is a judgment on those who would silence the rest of us.
I've been assaulted twice in my life. Once at 19 the other at 20. I was a grown married women until
I fully realized what had been done to me. (<< My answer to critics, and I know they are out there
of why others and myself didn't/don't speak up sooner)
The first incident I didn't speak to anyone about really until just a few years ago. The guilt and shame
I carried with me for 'having put myself in a vulnerable situation' prevented me from seeing or
understanding what really happened to me.
As for my second #metoo story, that's the one I want to talk about the most.
When you grow up in an extremely conservative environment, you're taught that what you wear
and where you go, play a major part in whether or not you're assaulted. After all girls who dress
provocatively . . .well what can they expect??
When I was assaulted at 20 (Pushed and pinned against a wall, groped, forcibly trying to kiss me and
telling me 'you know you want to and come on') I was outside the church book store (located inside
the church building) and dressed in a long sleeve shirt and sweater vest and a skirt that basically
touched my ankles. Predators don't care what you're wearing or not wearing. When I told those
with the power and responsibility in the church to do anything, about the assault, I was told that I
should show him respect and if I did it wouldn't happen again.
The thing I regret the most is not taking it to his (the assailant) commanding officer (we were at
military base )so I could know for certain it wouldn't happen to someone else.
So, why am I sharing? To give courage to someone who might need it today.. .so she can stand up
and find her voice to say "Yes, Me too" or maybe she even need the courage to say "STOP".
For my daughter.
For my sons.
For The Church. We MUST do a better job at training, preventing and supporting victims. I think
we want so badly to think 'that would never happen here' that we look the other way or make excuses
for the abusers. Hear me church members (especially those of a conservative or independent stripe)
It doesn't matter what she's wearing or where she is. Protect her. Believe her. Make sure the women
and girls of your church know they are valued and safe. Embolden your girls to stand up to the
abusers and bullies in their lives so they don't have to be worried about 'being nice' or 'hurting his
feelings' or 'manliness'. It is far far past time.
My story isn't nearly as tragic as some and I'm certainly not looking for sympathy. But, I do want
to be counted among the #metoo, because we may not be a powerful force for change on our own, but
together we can and should be.
If you love a #metoo, hear her. Let her speak her story, don't run from it even if it's hard to hear.
If you're a #metoo, find the help and healing you need. Don't live in fear or isolation. Don't let it drive
you from Jesus. He is the healer of the brokenhearted, let him tend to your wounds.
You are dearly loved.
Grace and Peace,
You make it look so easy. . .words said to me on "Graduation Sunday" this past May at our church.
My friend was encouraging me, but I felt like such a fraud when she said it.
It wasn't/isn't easy.
The exact week before that Sunday my Dear Husband was in the hospital recovering from a heart attack and subsequent stint placement. Healthy, active, non smoking 48 year olds aren't supposed to have heart attacks. In true Wilkinson fashion we proved that not to be true.
A week later, he was home, we were at a graduation banquet for our oldest. Then that Sunday standing in front of the congregation as Cam and his fellow classmates were honored.
We had moved into our new home the week before as well. . .in fact, the day before the heart attack.
Chaos would best describe how we were functioning.
We hadn't realized that we were supposed to leave our washer and dryer at our old house, so that very Sunday morning as we were heading out the door to get to church, the movers showed up.
Our graduate was also a nervous wreck and was spending entirely to much time getting his hair 'just so'.
Hubby set out to church with our two youngest, while the graduate and I followed.
I'm pretty sure I screeched into the parking lot on two wheels.
We hopped out and are running across the parking lot, when my shoe slipped off. . .like a good soldier I yelled "just go on without me". . . of course, they all waited for me.
We slipped into the pew next to our dear friends during the second song, when I whispered to her 'did we miss it'. . .no, she replied you're good.
We took a couple deep breaths to calm down and settle in, and tried to pass that along to our graduate who at his core, doesn't like to be in front of crowds, doesn't do well in chaos and almost lost his dad the week before.
We made it through the service, even though unbeknownst to me the heart patient had to lean against the stage to hold himself up.
At the end of the ceremony, my friend leaned down to me and said those words that have haunted me these past few months, "you make it look so easy".
These last three months have been anything but easy.
If I listed everything here that has gone wrong or been difficult, you wouldn't believe me.
In some ways it's almost comical. Seriously, if it can wrong, more than likely in these past three months it has. Including this morning, when for the 3rd time in 2 weeks our power went out.
I would be a total and complete fraud though if I said it's been easy.
There hasn't been one easy thing about it.
There have however been blessings along the way.
Friends who've walked beside us and stepped up and helped us. Watching our sweet boy walk across the stage and get his diploma.
A family vacation that was so special and meaningful to the five of us.
Baseball games. Long walks, Long talks. Road trips with friends. Exploring our favorite places in the city.
Blessings in the chaos for sure and for certain. Knowing God was/is right here with us. . .gives us the strength to endure, but do not for a minute think it's been easy.
Why do I want you to know that? Because, I think, sometimes as Jesus Followers we screw our halo on so tight and grin our way through the pain-as if it doesn't hurt at all; we throw around Scripture and quote it out of context or to apply as bandaids to gaping wounds. . . it can make others going through their own valley either shrug us off as frauds or leave them feeling like losers because they are having a hard time coping.
{ Please don't miss understand. . .Scripture is an extreme comfort. . but saying "All things work together for good" to someone in a pit of despair isn't always the most helpful or edifying thing you can do}
So, if I've made it look easy, I'm sorry.
The reality is, I'm tired and weary and worn. I'm certain I've aged 5 years in the past 3 months.
There's been nothing easy about it.
But, I will also tell you that Jesus is very very near. Even when I'm mean as a hornet or desperate as a Housewife. He's never left. When I've kicked and screamed like a toddler who's missed nap time, He's never let go. And He will never let go of you either.
Life is hard. And Oh so short. There's not one easy thing about it.
It may not be easy, and my strength is pretty much gone.
Jesus though. . .He is easy. He is trustworthy. He is strong so I don't have to be. He is faithful when
mine is fraying.
Wherever you are and whatever valley you're walking through, trust Him-He's right there with you.
He is what makes walking through it look easy-even when it's the hardest thing you've done.
My friend was encouraging me, but I felt like such a fraud when she said it.
It wasn't/isn't easy.
The exact week before that Sunday my Dear Husband was in the hospital recovering from a heart attack and subsequent stint placement. Healthy, active, non smoking 48 year olds aren't supposed to have heart attacks. In true Wilkinson fashion we proved that not to be true.
A week later, he was home, we were at a graduation banquet for our oldest. Then that Sunday standing in front of the congregation as Cam and his fellow classmates were honored.
We had moved into our new home the week before as well. . .in fact, the day before the heart attack.
Chaos would best describe how we were functioning.
We hadn't realized that we were supposed to leave our washer and dryer at our old house, so that very Sunday morning as we were heading out the door to get to church, the movers showed up.
Our graduate was also a nervous wreck and was spending entirely to much time getting his hair 'just so'.
Hubby set out to church with our two youngest, while the graduate and I followed.
I'm pretty sure I screeched into the parking lot on two wheels.
We hopped out and are running across the parking lot, when my shoe slipped off. . .like a good soldier I yelled "just go on without me". . . of course, they all waited for me.
We slipped into the pew next to our dear friends during the second song, when I whispered to her 'did we miss it'. . .no, she replied you're good.
We took a couple deep breaths to calm down and settle in, and tried to pass that along to our graduate who at his core, doesn't like to be in front of crowds, doesn't do well in chaos and almost lost his dad the week before.
We made it through the service, even though unbeknownst to me the heart patient had to lean against the stage to hold himself up.
At the end of the ceremony, my friend leaned down to me and said those words that have haunted me these past few months, "you make it look so easy".
These last three months have been anything but easy.
If I listed everything here that has gone wrong or been difficult, you wouldn't believe me.
In some ways it's almost comical. Seriously, if it can wrong, more than likely in these past three months it has. Including this morning, when for the 3rd time in 2 weeks our power went out.
I would be a total and complete fraud though if I said it's been easy.
There hasn't been one easy thing about it.
There have however been blessings along the way.
Friends who've walked beside us and stepped up and helped us. Watching our sweet boy walk across the stage and get his diploma.
A family vacation that was so special and meaningful to the five of us.
Baseball games. Long walks, Long talks. Road trips with friends. Exploring our favorite places in the city.
Blessings in the chaos for sure and for certain. Knowing God was/is right here with us. . .gives us the strength to endure, but do not for a minute think it's been easy.
Why do I want you to know that? Because, I think, sometimes as Jesus Followers we screw our halo on so tight and grin our way through the pain-as if it doesn't hurt at all; we throw around Scripture and quote it out of context or to apply as bandaids to gaping wounds. . . it can make others going through their own valley either shrug us off as frauds or leave them feeling like losers because they are having a hard time coping.
{ Please don't miss understand. . .Scripture is an extreme comfort. . but saying "All things work together for good" to someone in a pit of despair isn't always the most helpful or edifying thing you can do}
So, if I've made it look easy, I'm sorry.
The reality is, I'm tired and weary and worn. I'm certain I've aged 5 years in the past 3 months.
There's been nothing easy about it.
But, I will also tell you that Jesus is very very near. Even when I'm mean as a hornet or desperate as a Housewife. He's never left. When I've kicked and screamed like a toddler who's missed nap time, He's never let go. And He will never let go of you either.
Life is hard. And Oh so short. There's not one easy thing about it.
It may not be easy, and my strength is pretty much gone.
Jesus though. . .He is easy. He is trustworthy. He is strong so I don't have to be. He is faithful when
mine is fraying.
Wherever you are and whatever valley you're walking through, trust Him-He's right there with you.
He is what makes walking through it look easy-even when it's the hardest thing you've done.
This past Thursday my best friend and I took our daughters (14,10 respectively) to the opening of Beauty and the Beast.
Because of remarks the director had stated regarding the character, Lefou and his sexuality, many
Christians were/are calling for a boycott.
As, a family we made the choice not to participate and address any issues head on that might arise.
After all, we make this decision about every movie we see. We are diligent to check pluggedin.com
and other on line resources, to help us make our decision, and because of the information we receive
there, we either pass, or take the opportunity to talk with the kids about whatever issues might have
cause for concern in each particular movie.
But, this time, frankly the whole thing felt contrived from both sides.
Let's be real, there's nothing a branch of Christianity loves more than a boycott.
I went in with my mom radar on high alert. Waiting for 'the scene' I would need to talk through
later with my daughter. What I got instead was a beautiful, lovely movie. There were no
'gay scenes'. Nothing you would have to explain.
Lefou is still the sidekick of Gaston who gushes and preens over him. . .just like in the original
Disney version. I always thought he was playing to type of a stereotypical gay man in the original
but, I'm pretty sure that's just a stereotypical French man.
Lefou talks to Gaston about his relationship with women. At one point during the Gaston song,
they embrace and Lefou says "that's too much isn't it" and they both agree.
When Gaston leads the raid with the townspeople to the castle and the fight ensues, the wardrobe
attacks three men, wrapping them in ribbons and gowns and wigs of the time period, two run away
one briefly looks into the camera and smiles. ( It remind me of the Bugs Bunny cartoons when he
would dress in drag-although Bugs always seemed to be much more sexualized than this even
remotely was.)
Spoiler Alert:
At the end when the spell is broken and they've all returned to their human form, there is a beautiful
dance scene (think harpsichord and very old fashioned waltzing) where everyone is moving and
twirling and exchanging partners, and one spin of the partner change meets Lefou with the man
from the wardrobe scene (dressed in the fashion for a man of the time) and nothing. . .no wink
at the camera, just the end.
Our theater cheered and clapped at the end. My Belle already has a date with her daddy to see it
again.
We (on the Christian right) CLAMOR for Hollywood to make family films then we when hear
something said to, let's be honest, illicit a reaction from us, we fall right into the trap.
Without seeing it for ourselves, we dig our heels in and shout boycott from our highest hilltops.
And the world is watching.
I do believe there is a case to be made for not letting an agenda be forced upon our children and our
society. But, this isn't the movie on which to base that argument.
Be my guest and go see this lovely movie.
Save your righteous indignation for another day. I'm sure there will be a true battle to be had, but
we will have used all our credibility up on nonsense fights like this one.
Have some popcorn and sing a long for me.
Bonjour !
Because of remarks the director had stated regarding the character, Lefou and his sexuality, many
Christians were/are calling for a boycott.
As, a family we made the choice not to participate and address any issues head on that might arise.
After all, we make this decision about every movie we see. We are diligent to check pluggedin.com
and other on line resources, to help us make our decision, and because of the information we receive
there, we either pass, or take the opportunity to talk with the kids about whatever issues might have
cause for concern in each particular movie.
But, this time, frankly the whole thing felt contrived from both sides.
Let's be real, there's nothing a branch of Christianity loves more than a boycott.
I went in with my mom radar on high alert. Waiting for 'the scene' I would need to talk through
later with my daughter. What I got instead was a beautiful, lovely movie. There were no
'gay scenes'. Nothing you would have to explain.
Lefou is still the sidekick of Gaston who gushes and preens over him. . .just like in the original
Disney version. I always thought he was playing to type of a stereotypical gay man in the original
but, I'm pretty sure that's just a stereotypical French man.
Lefou talks to Gaston about his relationship with women. At one point during the Gaston song,
they embrace and Lefou says "that's too much isn't it" and they both agree.
When Gaston leads the raid with the townspeople to the castle and the fight ensues, the wardrobe
attacks three men, wrapping them in ribbons and gowns and wigs of the time period, two run away
one briefly looks into the camera and smiles. ( It remind me of the Bugs Bunny cartoons when he
would dress in drag-although Bugs always seemed to be much more sexualized than this even
remotely was.)
Spoiler Alert:
At the end when the spell is broken and they've all returned to their human form, there is a beautiful
dance scene (think harpsichord and very old fashioned waltzing) where everyone is moving and
twirling and exchanging partners, and one spin of the partner change meets Lefou with the man
from the wardrobe scene (dressed in the fashion for a man of the time) and nothing. . .no wink
at the camera, just the end.
Our theater cheered and clapped at the end. My Belle already has a date with her daddy to see it
again.
We (on the Christian right) CLAMOR for Hollywood to make family films then we when hear
something said to, let's be honest, illicit a reaction from us, we fall right into the trap.
Without seeing it for ourselves, we dig our heels in and shout boycott from our highest hilltops.
And the world is watching.
I do believe there is a case to be made for not letting an agenda be forced upon our children and our
society. But, this isn't the movie on which to base that argument.
Be my guest and go see this lovely movie.
Save your righteous indignation for another day. I'm sure there will be a true battle to be had, but
we will have used all our credibility up on nonsense fights like this one.
Have some popcorn and sing a long for me.
Bonjour !
I've been the head of our Women's Ministry Team at our local church for four years now.
Which is a sentence I never would have thought I would write even 10 years ago.
{God seems to delight so much in using the most unqualified and weakest choices to accomplish what He desires for His kingdom. I am convinced it is so that He will receive all the glory.}
Women's Ministry just wasn't something I thought I needed or where I thought I'd fit in.
I grew up with a very detailed notion or expectation of what a woman was to be and NOT be, and
more often than not I found myself on the outside looking in. But, also what I saw I just didn't see
a need for in my life.
I had (Have) dear friends, I wasn't (still am not) crafty, I am neither demure or quiet. . .things I
thought you must be to be a godly woman.
And also, there's a not so very secret marker among women, yes even Christian women. . .we can
be downright mean. Caddy. Viscous. { I am blessed to serve with women who genuinely love
and care for each other and have a deep acceptance for the personalities God has blessed each of
us with. But I have seen first hand that this is not the case in many many churches.}
It has become quite common to openly mock women's ministry or make blanket statements
like "I just don't like women".
I recently posted a survey on facebook, made up of a few brief questions concerning women's
ministry.
So far, I have received over 200 hundred responses. Some findings surprised me and some didn't.
Here are the most popular and my response to them.
_________________________________________________________________
We are a busy culture and for women probably even more so. (True...However, we let our business
excuse our lack of participation. Church life just isn't a priority...especially if we have children. Our children have become idols. And we've come to believe they just cannot function without us for even one night and if we miss one event of theirs we've somehow scarred them for life. Same can be said for marriages.
Can I tell you a secret? You'll be a better wife/momma if you LEAVE them sometimes. Of course, I'm not talking about every night of the week. But once every few months. . .I promise it'll be ok. And you'll all be better for it.)
We don't care about organizing and cupcake decorating as much as some would have us believe. (A to the Men. Women's Ministry needs to be a place for encouragement and deep biblical thought. The world is hurting and we have the answer. And it isn't found in cupcake decorating, scrapbooking ect. I would suggest finding a church that takes women and their spiritual needs seriously. Maybe YOU could be the change agent in your church?! How awesome would that be?? )
We are introverts. ( We use this to get out of a lot of things actually. It's a built in excuse. We let our fear dictate what we will and won't do. And before I get lots of hate mail. I get it. I do. I AM YOU. But, don't let fear count you out ! Deep breaths and you can do it.)
We don't seem to fit the target audience. ( what was interesting about this is all the different types of people who said this. Single. Young. Old. Married w/o kids. Married with littles. Middle Aged. We need to do a better job of making sure when we say Women's Ministry we don't mean 'married with kids' or a certain age range. Again, maybe it's YOU that can help be that change agent in your church.)
We've been hurt. ( Yep. This is a biggie with no easy answer. It stinks to be hurt and can take so much time to get over. I've been there. But, here's the thing: if we stop contributing/ participating in things that have hurt us, we're going to be very very lonely. We've got to get up, dust ourselves off, wipe away our tears and move on. )
I don't like women. (Whoa Sister, let's think about that for a minute. I mean I know what you're saying. And I know you're trying to say it in a funny way. But, I also know you're serious and what you're also saying without really saying it is that you don't fit in.
But, what you're also saying is you don't care enough about your Sisters in Christ to get to know them. To study the Word with them. To pray with them. To love them. Half of The Church, you're saying you don't like. That's not ok. You're going to have to work on that. I know it's hard. I know you don't want to. But when you say "I don't like women". You're saying you don't like yourself. Pray about it. Ask God to change your heart. Ask Him to grow you. You may just find it shocking what He can and will do in you and through you. . .I know I did.)
I also asked, "If offered would you participate in a mentoring program".
The response was a resounding 96% YES.
I was a bit surprised by how overwhelming that result was. I mean especially considering most do not participate, even if offered, in a church women's ministry.
Oh how we are thirsty for community. We are hungry for someone to show us the way or at least cheer us on. We have got to have our older ladies (age/and spiritual walk) step up instead of checking out. We've got to make sure no one ever feels like 'their time is over' or that they have nothing of value to add.
Our tables need to be filled with 20 somethings, Middle Agers and Seniors. We all have something to gain from each other. Every single one has something to contribute.
Do not get locked into age categories. If you're younger, find yourself a women you admire who is both farther along in age and in her walk with Jesus than you. If you're older, don't think we don't need you or don't want to hear what you have to say. We are CRAVING to hear you. Find a young momma and take her under your wing. Find that single lady who needs to know she's valuable in the church too, find that hard working women who's got so many plates spinning she's wearing herself out. We might not even know that is what we are missing until we hear you.
___________________________________________________________
Most of us would never question the need for children's ministry or youth ministry in our churches yet when it comes to women's ministry we do.
Women's Ministry is -or should be- a vital part of any church. Not a party planning committee, but women who need each other and want to grow in the grace and knowledge of Jesus. And not so they can sit and sour but so that they can shine for the world around them so when someone asks them why or how they are able to do so in a difficult and weary world, they can point them straight to Jesus.
__________________________________________________________________
I love women and am thrilled and humbled to serve them. Women's Ministry can and should be a beautiful thing.
Your church needs you. They need you to show up. To serve. To be kind. To grow in the grace and knowledge of Jesus.
You can do it. I know you might be scarred, but I also know you won't be the only one.
Let's learn together and love each other well.
Grace and Peace,
Which is a sentence I never would have thought I would write even 10 years ago.
{God seems to delight so much in using the most unqualified and weakest choices to accomplish what He desires for His kingdom. I am convinced it is so that He will receive all the glory.}
Women's Ministry just wasn't something I thought I needed or where I thought I'd fit in.
I grew up with a very detailed notion or expectation of what a woman was to be and NOT be, and
more often than not I found myself on the outside looking in. But, also what I saw I just didn't see
a need for in my life.
I had (Have) dear friends, I wasn't (still am not) crafty, I am neither demure or quiet. . .things I
thought you must be to be a godly woman.
And also, there's a not so very secret marker among women, yes even Christian women. . .we can
be downright mean. Caddy. Viscous. { I am blessed to serve with women who genuinely love
and care for each other and have a deep acceptance for the personalities God has blessed each of
us with. But I have seen first hand that this is not the case in many many churches.}
It has become quite common to openly mock women's ministry or make blanket statements
like "I just don't like women".
I recently posted a survey on facebook, made up of a few brief questions concerning women's
ministry.
So far, I have received over 200 hundred responses. Some findings surprised me and some didn't.
Here are the most popular and my response to them.
_________________________________________________________________
We are a busy culture and for women probably even more so. (True...However, we let our business
excuse our lack of participation. Church life just isn't a priority...especially if we have children. Our children have become idols. And we've come to believe they just cannot function without us for even one night and if we miss one event of theirs we've somehow scarred them for life. Same can be said for marriages.
Can I tell you a secret? You'll be a better wife/momma if you LEAVE them sometimes. Of course, I'm not talking about every night of the week. But once every few months. . .I promise it'll be ok. And you'll all be better for it.)
We don't care about organizing and cupcake decorating as much as some would have us believe. (A to the Men. Women's Ministry needs to be a place for encouragement and deep biblical thought. The world is hurting and we have the answer. And it isn't found in cupcake decorating, scrapbooking ect. I would suggest finding a church that takes women and their spiritual needs seriously. Maybe YOU could be the change agent in your church?! How awesome would that be?? )
We are introverts. ( We use this to get out of a lot of things actually. It's a built in excuse. We let our fear dictate what we will and won't do. And before I get lots of hate mail. I get it. I do. I AM YOU. But, don't let fear count you out ! Deep breaths and you can do it.)
We don't seem to fit the target audience. ( what was interesting about this is all the different types of people who said this. Single. Young. Old. Married w/o kids. Married with littles. Middle Aged. We need to do a better job of making sure when we say Women's Ministry we don't mean 'married with kids' or a certain age range. Again, maybe it's YOU that can help be that change agent in your church.)
We've been hurt. ( Yep. This is a biggie with no easy answer. It stinks to be hurt and can take so much time to get over. I've been there. But, here's the thing: if we stop contributing/ participating in things that have hurt us, we're going to be very very lonely. We've got to get up, dust ourselves off, wipe away our tears and move on. )
I don't like women. (Whoa Sister, let's think about that for a minute. I mean I know what you're saying. And I know you're trying to say it in a funny way. But, I also know you're serious and what you're also saying without really saying it is that you don't fit in.
But, what you're also saying is you don't care enough about your Sisters in Christ to get to know them. To study the Word with them. To pray with them. To love them. Half of The Church, you're saying you don't like. That's not ok. You're going to have to work on that. I know it's hard. I know you don't want to. But when you say "I don't like women". You're saying you don't like yourself. Pray about it. Ask God to change your heart. Ask Him to grow you. You may just find it shocking what He can and will do in you and through you. . .I know I did.)
I also asked, "If offered would you participate in a mentoring program".
The response was a resounding 96% YES.
I was a bit surprised by how overwhelming that result was. I mean especially considering most do not participate, even if offered, in a church women's ministry.
Oh how we are thirsty for community. We are hungry for someone to show us the way or at least cheer us on. We have got to have our older ladies (age/and spiritual walk) step up instead of checking out. We've got to make sure no one ever feels like 'their time is over' or that they have nothing of value to add.
Our tables need to be filled with 20 somethings, Middle Agers and Seniors. We all have something to gain from each other. Every single one has something to contribute.
Do not get locked into age categories. If you're younger, find yourself a women you admire who is both farther along in age and in her walk with Jesus than you. If you're older, don't think we don't need you or don't want to hear what you have to say. We are CRAVING to hear you. Find a young momma and take her under your wing. Find that single lady who needs to know she's valuable in the church too, find that hard working women who's got so many plates spinning she's wearing herself out. We might not even know that is what we are missing until we hear you.
___________________________________________________________
Most of us would never question the need for children's ministry or youth ministry in our churches yet when it comes to women's ministry we do.
Women's Ministry is -or should be- a vital part of any church. Not a party planning committee, but women who need each other and want to grow in the grace and knowledge of Jesus. And not so they can sit and sour but so that they can shine for the world around them so when someone asks them why or how they are able to do so in a difficult and weary world, they can point them straight to Jesus.
__________________________________________________________________
I love women and am thrilled and humbled to serve them. Women's Ministry can and should be a beautiful thing.
Your church needs you. They need you to show up. To serve. To be kind. To grow in the grace and knowledge of Jesus.
You can do it. I know you might be scarred, but I also know you won't be the only one.
Let's learn together and love each other well.
Grace and Peace,
These past two years God has really been teaching me/prodding me to
PRAY BIG and PRAY BOLD.
He has been showing me, how He has invited all of us into conversation with Him, The Creator of the
Universe, and we've reduced to a conversation about food or having a good day.
So, being the mediocre student I am, the lessons have been long and repetitive . . .but like always,
The Teacher is ever patient with this student.
And I am learning, ever so slowly what exactly it means to Pray Big and Pray Bold.
_______________________
Walking for exercise is a HUGE part of my routine. I get a few miles in at least 6x's a week.
It's an absolute must for me.
But, the other night, Hubby and I had been running errands long past when we thought we'd be done
and I got a late start. Knowing my typical miles would get me far away from the house well into the
dark night, I changed my normal path and stuck close to home finishing up my miles doing laps in the
parking lot of the school that is right behind our house.
The school where we had at least one child enrolled for the past 12 years. The school where I was an
employee for the last 5 years.
The school we left with 26 days left in the school year last year. (You can read about that here. http://lessonsfromaisle12.blogspot.com/2016/04/26-days.html)
As I found my self walking around the parking lot at 9:30 at night, I felt the Lord telling me to pray
for the school.
No. I don't want to.
Angie, pray for the school.
A few more steps. . .Fine I'll pray.
I pray that they would feel awful for what happened to my son and how they let grown adults gossip
and spread lies.
ANGIE. YOU KNOW HOW TO PRAY.
YOU PRAY BIG AND BOLD FOR THEM.
So. . .I did. I prayed for the children of the school to thrive. For teachers to be kind and nurturing to
those who need it the most.
I prayed for financial stability.
As I passed the ball fields, I prayed for success on the field for the teams.
Then I prayed for the Administration.
I prayed they would have discernment. I prayed for their families. That their children would
succeed and grow and thrive. I prayed they would be good fathers and husbands. That they
would be appreciated.
I prayed for their forgiveness for hurting our family.
I'm not saying it was easy. I am not saying I'm some sort of Spiritual Giant for doing so.
I am saying God is so good.
What began as reluctant prayers ended with a fresh sense of peace and forgiveness over the
whole entire situation. I can honestly say, at the end I meant the words I was praying.
Isn't that how God works?
Takes the things that hurt us the most. . .and as any mom can tell you, hurt my babies. . . you hurt me. . .
and He uses them to bring us closer to Him.
Praying Big and Boldly for those who hurt us the most was very humbling.
Yet, when doing just that I saw a brief glimpse of the cross and how Jesus was broken for those
who hurt Him the most.
As I am learning day by day, to pray BIG and BOLD, I am also learning that I gain so much
more than anything I might think I'm giving up by doing so.
_______________________
So, yes, I still thank the Lord for my food, and good day would be nice . . .but I refuse to let
my conversation with my Creator, Sustainer, Savior to be only about those things.
And if you chose to join this journey with me of praying BIG and BOLD, be warned.
Those prayers aren't always easy. You don't always get to pray for what you want or even
who you want.
But, I do promise you this: Your mind and heart will change and you will be AMAZED at what
God can do, if you only ask.
__________________________
Each and everyone of us have been invited into prayer with the Lord.
Let's do it.
Let's learn to pray.
And when we do. . .let's pray
BIG and BOLD.
Praying with you and for you,
PRAY BIG and PRAY BOLD.
He has been showing me, how He has invited all of us into conversation with Him, The Creator of the
Universe, and we've reduced to a conversation about food or having a good day.
So, being the mediocre student I am, the lessons have been long and repetitive . . .but like always,
The Teacher is ever patient with this student.
And I am learning, ever so slowly what exactly it means to Pray Big and Pray Bold.
_______________________
Walking for exercise is a HUGE part of my routine. I get a few miles in at least 6x's a week.
It's an absolute must for me.
But, the other night, Hubby and I had been running errands long past when we thought we'd be done
and I got a late start. Knowing my typical miles would get me far away from the house well into the
dark night, I changed my normal path and stuck close to home finishing up my miles doing laps in the
parking lot of the school that is right behind our house.
The school where we had at least one child enrolled for the past 12 years. The school where I was an
employee for the last 5 years.
The school we left with 26 days left in the school year last year. (You can read about that here. http://lessonsfromaisle12.blogspot.com/2016/04/26-days.html)
As I found my self walking around the parking lot at 9:30 at night, I felt the Lord telling me to pray
for the school.
No. I don't want to.
Angie, pray for the school.
A few more steps. . .Fine I'll pray.
I pray that they would feel awful for what happened to my son and how they let grown adults gossip
and spread lies.
ANGIE. YOU KNOW HOW TO PRAY.
YOU PRAY BIG AND BOLD FOR THEM.
So. . .I did. I prayed for the children of the school to thrive. For teachers to be kind and nurturing to
those who need it the most.
I prayed for financial stability.
As I passed the ball fields, I prayed for success on the field for the teams.
Then I prayed for the Administration.
I prayed they would have discernment. I prayed for their families. That their children would
succeed and grow and thrive. I prayed they would be good fathers and husbands. That they
would be appreciated.
I prayed for their forgiveness for hurting our family.
I'm not saying it was easy. I am not saying I'm some sort of Spiritual Giant for doing so.
I am saying God is so good.
What began as reluctant prayers ended with a fresh sense of peace and forgiveness over the
whole entire situation. I can honestly say, at the end I meant the words I was praying.
Isn't that how God works?
Takes the things that hurt us the most. . .and as any mom can tell you, hurt my babies. . . you hurt me. . .
and He uses them to bring us closer to Him.
Praying Big and Boldly for those who hurt us the most was very humbling.
Yet, when doing just that I saw a brief glimpse of the cross and how Jesus was broken for those
who hurt Him the most.
As I am learning day by day, to pray BIG and BOLD, I am also learning that I gain so much
more than anything I might think I'm giving up by doing so.
_______________________
So, yes, I still thank the Lord for my food, and good day would be nice . . .but I refuse to let
my conversation with my Creator, Sustainer, Savior to be only about those things.
And if you chose to join this journey with me of praying BIG and BOLD, be warned.
Those prayers aren't always easy. You don't always get to pray for what you want or even
who you want.
But, I do promise you this: Your mind and heart will change and you will be AMAZED at what
God can do, if you only ask.
__________________________
Each and everyone of us have been invited into prayer with the Lord.
Let's do it.
Let's learn to pray.
And when we do. . .let's pray
BIG and BOLD.
Praying with you and for you,
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