To the writers, Thank you.
Because all women have walked to their car in the dark, keys clutched tight in hand, one poking out between two fingers.
Because when I go out to bars or clubs, I have to think about whether what I’m wearing is too suggestive, instead of putting on whatever I please.
Because I feel the need to apologize when I’m not wearing makeup or my hair hasn’t been washed, or when I’m generally looking anything other than flawless.
Because there was nothing I could do about the man who touched me inappropriately in the middle of Gillette Stadium as I waited for my then-boyfriend to come out of the bathroom. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STADIUM.
Because there was also nothing I could do when a man touched me inappropriately in the middle of a crowded street, his arm around his girlfriend. Because retaliating in the way I wanted to…
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His comments directed my thoughts to other individuals and groups whose communities and families may or may not approach them, or may unintentionally offend or wound through ignorance.
Social media and other communication mediums are replete with those who have endured war, abuse, rape, disability, pain, physical and mental illness, job-loss, moral and financial bankruptcy, child-loss, widow-hood (I could go on), all looking for others who have shared in a similar experience and/or a place to be heard and valued.
My simple hope is that we each would take an interest and the time to discover what another’s experience has been like, and share our own experiences so that someone else may not feel alone in theirs. Talking about our lives is healthy for the speaker, the listener and our social connections. Not talking, asking or listening only breeds our sense of isolation, negative identity assumptions (of ourselves and others), and disconnection from each other when we all have a desire to belong – somewhere.
Turn, O turn! Everyone turn
Who has been turned away
Return, restore, give back and walk
The life of right, be swayed
To turn from right to wickedness
Will bring to you a death
Turn from wickedness to right
Into light of life be swept!
I will judge each one of you
According to your ways
I take no pleasure in one’s death;
O turn and live today
My Son, for wickedness has died
His righteousness will give
To those who turn and will remain;
Abide in Him and live!
Wow, 2 minutes ‘power posing’ can affect your confidence and outcomes!
Your body language shapes who you are Amy Cuddy, TED 2012
…and for my christian friends: IF and WHEN God has called you to something, I was reminded of Jeremiah 1:17
Many thanks to Leslie and Alison…you have once again caused me to think about how I do things, and how I “do me.”
I’m certain the emphasis is not quite so much on ‘what’ we’re doing, but the attitude and/or motivation with which we are doing ‘it’!
Personal and seasonal
Empathic and most reverent
Persistent and so diligent
Consistency and confident
Loving, willing, virtuous
Fearless, strong, industrious
Wise, discerning, disciplined
Entreat, create, envisag – ed
A woman after God’s own heart
Should enjoy the fruits of work
All she has done we will applaud
Her inner self, our best reward
I have just read a devotion by Chuck Swindoll on Insight For Living titled ‘Flexibility’ and based on Acts 16:6-10.
And I’m wondering…
Could it be that inflexibility and traditionalism don’t necessarily mean that one always refuses to do a new or different thing; but that one does all things – new and familiar – with the same old attitude, traits, judgementalism, blind following (lack of discernment), conformity, demand, prejudice, partiality, fear, insecurity…Reforming the things one does, without becoming a person reformed?
Red is red and green is green
And yellow’s another colour
Black changes not, if white declared
Nor even the reverse order
But, what if I don’t know red’s red
Never perceived green’s green
Will colour’s substance, behaviour change
If my ignorance is seen?
Colours will invigorate
Or overwhelm, engulf, beset
No matter what I call them
Black makes the white so radiant
White shows the black so stark
And Love reveals all that is not
Of Love; all that is dark
Love is love, as Love declares
What love will always be
To give His name to something else
Won’t change that Love is He