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Once, when I was shopping in a mall, I saw a woman across the way. She was beautiful - with shiny red-brown hair that fell in loose curls about her shoulders and a few freckles. She looked like she had stepped off the glossy pages of an Irish Tourism brochure...
[The women] . . . had neither adopted nor rejected feminism. Rather, it had seeped into their minds like intravenous saline into the arm of an unconscious patient. They were feminists without knowing it.” –Danielle Crittendon
In reading the responses to my last blog post, I am struck by the number of false assumptions made. Some are personal (that I regret my time in college, that I went into debt, etc.) Others are overarching and I would like to address them briefly. Here are the myths:
The daily life of a mother is fraught with emotion. There is delight in sweet belly laughs and all of the firsts; love as she kisses mushy toddler cheeks and hears, “Mom, you’re cute,” for the billionth time; pride in seeing a future man diligently haul mulch and shovel snow; contentment in shared hayrides and Daddy’s apple pie; joy as a fledgling reader chooses God’s Word...
As a whole, we in the American Church need to re-evaluate the way we make decisions about education, for both men and women.
We young people graduate from high school, then go straight to college. Sometimes we know what degree we will pursue. Sometimes we know in what calling we will use that degree. And sometimes, we attain both the degree and the profession...
My husband and I bought our first home three months ago. Since then, we’ve been busy making the house into a home. Sometimes these projects are a joy and rewarding. Other times they’re filled with dissatisfaction and drudgery.
As the wife of a college minister, the time I don’t spend taking care of my kids is spent working with young women. One of the most common sins these women struggle with is discontentment. And in single college women, this is never more obvious than when you get them talking about their love lives—or lack thereof.
This Christmas I found myself meditating on and being convicted by 1 Corinthians 12. I had done a rather remarkable job, I thought, of completing my work in such a way that I could enjoy our time away, relaxing with my feet up. All my gifts were purchased or made, wrapped, ribboned and tagged. As for food preparation, I had made dry mixes and put them in Ziploc bags with photocopies of my recipes, highlighting missing ingredients. I was oh-so-very-prepared. Upon arrival at our first stop on the 20th, I made inquiries to see if I could be of any help...&nb
What does it mean to be a warrior? A fierce killing machine? Or is it more akin to the scalping, silent horseman from Dances with Wolves? These are pictures that might come to mind when someone says the word “warrior,” but as Christians we’re talking about raising our sons to be warriors for Christ. Why warriors? Where did the idea come from?
Your adornment must not be merely external–braiding the hair, and wearing gold jewelry, or putting on dresses; but let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the imperishable quality of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is precious in the sight of God. 1 Peter 3: 3-4
The majority of women today, myself included, would not admit to being fearful and anxious. Today we roll our eyes at the women of the past who fainted far too often and squealed much too high. Fear has become distinctly un-American. After all, in America what do we have to fear except fear itself?
“Why aren’t you taking advantage of your blessed condition of having been born in an age in which you have the freedom to get an education, make something of yourself, make a difference in the world, and enjoy the opportunities that are available to you today but were unavailable to your grandmother in her day?” The Pleasure of Patriarchy, Anne Jones...
The ladies’ blog will launch on January 6th, 2010!
