Women.
The word itself is so intriguing to me. There is so much mystery that surrounds us. I’ve been thinking about this subject quite a bit, but it’s hard to wrap words around my processing…
I posted yesterday about wanting to witness – more often, more comfortably. Thinking about that over the past few days has led to more thoughts. I – as a Christian woman that has chosen to take Scripture literally – am daily faced with the visible evidences of my Christianity. People can tell just by looking at me [my overall appearance/headcovering] that I believe differently from the world. That is powerful witnessing.
But it’s hard. Why is it the woman that bears such a huge responsibility? If people look as us as women, know we’re Christians, we’re called to respresent God to the world. But sometimes I don’t feel like a witness. I feel more like a sore thumb, or someone rather wierdly odd rather than beauty. Why are we so visible [by our literal application of Scripture= modesty,headcovering] yet so hidden [by our literal interpretation of Scripture=modesty]?
I want God to teach me more about this womanhood, this visible evidence of my faith, what is behind all the mystique. Where beauty plays into the questions. I am covenanted with my Jesus to follow Him in all things, to not argue based on my emotions, but to believe His Word even when I don’t understand. As I walk this journey, may He enlighten my steps. May He show me what real beauty is, not what the world portrays it as.
As we women walk this journey of life, may we be what we are called to be: the beauty of Christ in this world. So help us, Lord.