If my words could jump off the page and embrace my Christian sisters with a loving hug, I’ll reach my goal. I don’t want to take them for granted after watching the angry Women’s March in Washington, D.C. the day after the inauguration.
Bet You Can Guess Where This is Going
I am not going to bash the marchers. Instead, I feel that I’ve received a divine word about them which leaves me with a different perception.
I conclude that these dark, lost women seek to find a place to belong.
Too bad they’re choosing the enemy’s camp.
We women feed our insecurities differently than our male counterparts. Men find their worth in what they achieve whereas women long to be loved, fit in and be accepted. It’s about relationship for us.
Both men and women excel once they find truth and fill those dark places inside with meaning. We all need something to worship and a purpose to live.
I noticed the hate, the nasty words, and the obscene gyrations those marching women displayed. Do they have daddy issues and hate men? They mock Christians and call us Bible bangers.
Remember photos of deprived women in third-world countries sitting in the dirty mud huts with flies swarming around their faces? I see that image when I think of these ladies souls.
Back to my point! Oh, my Christian girlfriends…how fair are you. To know a Savior that rescues our strong flesh, filled with flaws, makes us beautiful on the inside and reflects outwardly. We are loved women.
Jesus Reaches Women Through Women
Women who refuse the gospel hang on to anger and hate. Bitterness grows daily. I have a friend who had five abortions before she decided to live for Jesus. In a social setting, she can spot a nasty woman in no time. She tells me: “That woman has had an abortion.” I’m astonished how God uses her to ask questions and share Christ with an angry woman in a gentle, not scary, way. My friend understands.
Christian women who know the price Jesus paid for their freedom radiate softness in a powerful way.
The nasty women marching? When I see them on social media I pause and I pray. I ask God to remove the blinders and the deception. I pray they find the only One that can fill the emptiness in them, deliver them and love them like no other.
I am reflective. I am thankful that I belong to Jesus and that it’s His responsibility to clean me up because I’m His. I stand shoulder to shoulder with my Christian sisters humbly thankful for a Savior who fought for us and thinks women are worth redeeming.