Woman

Good morning! 

A woman is defined as an adult female person. A female is defined as the sex that can bear offspring or produce.

I am a woman. I have bore offspring and reproduced. I have experienced the God given miracle of childbirth. Three times. To three healthy children. Now women themselves.
I am a woman.                                                 That is how God created me.

I am different from man. That too is how God created me.  

I am softer. Both inside and out. I have more body fat. To protect and nurture the young that I’ve bore. I can cry at the drop of a hat. Especially at a sappy movie. But mostly when I witness someone causing harm to another. And oftentimes when I get the privilege to witness goodwill shown towards another.

I may be the weaker sex, but I am strong. On the inside.  Where it counts. I can withstand the pain of childbirth. The pain of injustice I cannot. I choose to deal with it by suffering in silence. And in prayer. You can break my heart. You can break my bank account, but you’ll never break my spirit. 

Women are just that way. That’s how God created us. 

To be mothers. To be wives. To quietly, gently, kindly, hold the family together. The world together. And so much more.

 I am quite content being a woman. I have no desire nor have I ever had any desire to be a man. It’s too much pressure. I don’t want to run the world. I know there are women that do. More power to them.  Just not this one. I am a nurturer, a caregiver, by nature. I just want to take care of my own little piece of paradise.

I love being a woman. I love wearing dresses. And heels. I love having doors and chairs pulled out for me by a gentleman. Being treated on dates. 

I also love wearing leggings and boots and sitting on the floor with my special ed kids and playing. And laughing. And nurturing. The only place you’ll find me marching is in place at circle time in our classroom to children’s songs with our friends. The only sign you’ll see me holding is the Go and Stop sign in our classroom.

We all have something to say. I just choose to do it a little quieter than some. A little more privately. I want to teach the younger generations what is good. By my walk. My daily walk. Not a public protest. I choose positive over negative.  Love over hate. Peace over turmoil. God over self.

We live in a country that offers the freedom of choice. The choice to live out your own quiet mission or make yours known publicly. 

Wherever your walk may lead you. Wherever you may choose to march. May it be done in love. In peace. And with purpose. For a greater cause. Here’s to women! ♡

3Likewise, teach the older women to be reverent in the way they live, not to be slanderers or addicted to much wine, but to teach what is good. 4 Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands and children, 5 to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home,to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.                         Titus 2:3-5

Love and laughter, 

Sandy

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