I recently sat down to write the “About Me” page for my blog, and it was harder than expected. I don’t know about you, but I find it really difficult to describe myself and my life. I obviously know who I am, and what I enjoy doing in my free time. But something about writing it all out for someone else to read is kind of daunting. Even as a lover of words, it took me awhile to find the right ones. I wanted to be real and vulnerable. My goal in writing about myself wasn’t to show off how amazing and wonderful I am, but rather to show that I have flaws. I’m messy and complicated. And that’s ok. When someone new comes to my blog I want them to feel safe and welcome. I want them to know that they aren’t alone in the crazy. And the only way I know how to do that is to give the gift of going first.
Growing up, the word “woman” had a lesser connotation. I was brought up to believe that women aren’t as good as men. We can’t drive, we aren’t as strong or smart, we are way too emotional, and we can’t control our feelings. And all of these things are bad. The saying “you throw like a girl” wasn’t a compliment, but rather a call to be better. Like a man. Basically, women aren’t men and that is our downfall. I was honestly a little ashamed to be a woman. It sounded like, in general, we were really messing things up. A couple more sayings that were thrown around a lot were, “women should be seen and not heard”, and “women belong in the kitchen”. Unfortunately for me, I am very loud and you will probably hear me before you ever see me. I also can’t cook. I’m absolutely terrible at the two things I’m supposed to be doing as a woman. Things aren’t looking good.
“So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.”-Genesis 1:26-27
When writing my “About Me”, I struggled most to write about my faith. I was worried that it would sound too cliche. That it would be a turn off for my readers to see that I am a Christian. That word has a lot of different meanings too. Since we’re being honest here, I thought that it somehow made me weaker to be a Christian woman. Fear of man swooped in, and my desire to be liked by everyone became my number one priority. Instead of being who I am; who I was created to be.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”-Psalm 139:13-14
I don’t think God was disappointed when I was born and he saw that I was a girl. I don’t think he made a mistake in making me the way he did. I don’t think it was an accident when he revealed himself to me and I became his child. He has a wonderful plan for my life, and it isn’t hindered by the fact that I’m a woman.
“Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”-Psalm 139:16
Men and women were created equal, but different. I am proud to be a woman. I am honored to be an heir of God. I am thankful for the things that make me uniquely me. I have my own strengths and abilities. I show up with my own calling and purpose. I am not ashamed of my feelings and emotions. Women are not men, and that is our power.