In movies and media, men are often the ones who get stereotyped as not wanting to ask for help. They won't stop for directions. They won't admit they are wrong. But I think this male stereotype wears thin because, the truth is, pride is a woman's problem too. In fact, in today's third wave feminist world, I think women have a complex with proving themselves to others. Have you ever noticed how women have a tendency to tell each other stories of female empowerment to boost our self esteem? "Who run the world? Girls!" We shout. We always comment on how amazing and beautiful we are and share pictures and stories that make us look put together, on top of our game, and in control.
Anyone else guilty of going all Joanna Gaines when you have the opportunity to decorate??? Swap shiplap for seventies textiles and white interiors for the color yellow, and I am all there!
As we arrive at this new season with the stability of a paycheck, a house payment and a family of three, it seems we are no longer “in the waiting”. In the world’s eyes, we’ve finally arrived. This is “the moment we’ve been waiting for”, or so we are told.
Maybe helping raise my sister and I kept her young. Or maybe I was just afraid of losing her. But I always told her she wasn't allowed to call herself old until she turned 80. That was the rule. Now that she's reached that milestone, I realize that the number 80 doesn't just represent her "old" age. It represents her legacy. She has spent the last 80 years living lessons, and I've spent my lifetime learning them.
With breaking news every hour, we can choose to be defined by this world's uncontrollable circumstances, or we can choose to be intentional about the things we can control. Here are a few things I've identified for our little family...
All the headlines say it was an empowering female-led halftime show, but there is more to the story. Yes. Women were the ones filling the stage. Yes. The Latina vocals were heard booming over the field. But women didn’t lead. We followed.
It's my prayer that as we walk through this life together, we would always remember the lessons we learned early on in our marriage. I pray that we would use every trial we face, not as an excuse for self-pity, but as an invitation to walk beside someone else in their pain. That's literally what you've chosen to do for a career. And I couldn't be more proud on your graduation day.
If you would have asked me how long it takes to read the Bible in a year, I would have said thirty minutes a day? Or more? Because I wasn't really sure. It wasn't until I came across an infographic on Crossway, that I realized it takes a lot less time to read through the Bible than I thought.
I've tried reading through the Bible in a year. Note the emphasis on tried. Because no matter how many times I've started, I've been overwhelmed by the task and felt impossible to finish, especially when I hit the beloved book of Leviticus. What that book lacks in interest, it makes up for in length. And it's there that most of my reading plans come to an abrupt halt.
The hard truth is that some things just don’t need to be said at all. While my husband and I wholeheartedly believe in open communication and zero secrets, I’ve learned that every sigh of discontentment and passing annoyance doesn’t need to be shared, even with my husband. It’s difficult and nuanced. But sometimes our needs, suggestions, or opinions are excuses for selfishness.