What a week it has been in our country!
I’ll confess, I watched the Inauguration because I genuinely thought Trump was going to be assassinated.
Ivanka and Melania were gorgeous.
But Melania is a mystery.
I’m usually good at reading people, but her…I got nothing.
The next day, Facebook feeds and news outlets were filled to the gills with news of millions of women descending on cities all over the world.
Donning pink toboggans (and some other interesting attire…) they marched and chanted and stood up for what they were passionate about.
Most notably Ashley Judd, Madonna, and Alicia Keys used their celebrity to lead others in the cause.
A lot of my friends marched in their respective cities.
People I love dearly and respect.
I chose not to march.
Not because I don’t believe women should be treated equally.
But we are not equal.
Men cannot physically carry life in their bodies and then feed those babies from their breasts.
Women, conversely cannot physically go up against a 320 pound Offensive Lineman of the Green Bay Packers.
We are different.
But not less important than one another.
We were created to compliment each other.
Both male and female are differently made in the image of God to bring forth His glory.
I’m not sure much glory was brought forth on Saturday….
Instead of marching I choose to fight with different tactics.
God gave us a sword to use to fight battles, His sword of truth.
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
A girl with a sword.
That’s how I want to be known.
That’s how I want my girls to be known.
Not that they marched through the city streets with a vagina costume on their head.
Although I’m sure those girl’s mothers were proud of them…
I want us all to be known as warriors for Christ.
The woman who will stand up for injustice of other women all over the world who are violated and mutilated and forgotten.
The woman who will serve the least of these and not need a front page headline telling the world about their work.
I want to be a nasty woman for the Kingdom.
Whatever that may look like.
Lord, here I am! Use me!
I want to be a woman who is nasty with the blood of scraped knees as I pray for lost loved ones and healing of diseased bodies.
A woman who is nasty with the sweat of working to lift others up and encouraging them and causing unity, not division.
A woman who is nasty with a tear streaked face of pure joy when those prayers are answered and when hearts are tender to the Holy Spirit and when God’s presence is so thick you can physically reach and touch Heaven.
I want to raise daughters who, when faced with troubling times and adversity, will take to the throne room and not the court room.
Can you imagine how differently our landscape would be if millions of men and women took to the streets and became the hands and feet of Jesus to proclaim the good news?
Luke 4:18 gives us a glimpse of that
“The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to set the oppressed free,
Can you imagine?!
He wants all of us free!
The turmoil and divisiveness and pain the people of the world are going through is NOT what God wants for us!
Instead of taking to the streets lets take to our knees and wield the only weapon we need for victory.
Then, and only then, God can heal our land.
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.