Dear Woman of the World (my anthem)

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Dear Woman of the World, 

I know your pain.  I see the fear of rejection in your eyes.  I understand the conflict in your heart.  Woman, I am you.  I have stood where you stand now, on the verge of your leap of faith, unsure and afraid.  You fear you won’t be accepted as a child of God, and yet you have faced rejection as a woman of the world your entire life through.

Woman of the world,

Sometimes I’m afraid, too.  I’m afraid that I don’t know enough about the bible to back up the lessons of my heart with the facts of scripture.  I’m afraid that I don’t speak in “church tongue” enough to infuse the words of my heart with the eloquence of a godly woman.  I’m afraid that I’ve been broken far too long to know how to live whole, completely.  I’m afraid that I’m the last person in the world anyone would have guessed could fill the shoes of a leader of a woman’s bible study group.  I’m afraid I’m as unqualified to teach and minister as they come.

But Darling, I’m more afraid to stay silent than I am to speak bold, uneducated, unrefined words of faith, hope, love, and life.

Woman of the world,

I know your struggle.  I know that feelings of inadequacy and inferiority are prevalent and run rampant in your mind.  I know that you think you need more of something to feel happy: more money, more success, more clothes, more popularity, more Facebook likes.  I know that when you get these things, happiness will still be an elusive dream.

No matter how thin you get, someone else will be thinner.  No matter how pretty you are, someone else will be prettier.  No matter how successful your business, someone else will be more so.  No matter how many people comment on your posts, someone else will exceed your popularity.

The expectations of this world are as high as the heavens.  The standards that are set for you by people as broken and flawed as your mirror image, weigh as much as a cloud, are as dense as the air, as deep as a rain puddle.  And because of that, you’ll spend a lifetime striving masked as thriving.

Woman of the world,

I hear you.  I hear your cries, your anguish, your despair.  I hear the heavy burden of depression in your voice, the high pitched tone of worry and anxiety in your questions.  I hear the skepticism that you could belong.  I hear the criticism of a life unknown.  I hear the wariness of a love never before felt. In your voice, I hear my own.  

Woman of the world,

I see you.  I see you shrinking away.  I see you hiding in your closet of skeletons.  I see you masking your sadness with instagram filters and smiling selfies.  I see you pretending to be too independent for God, too strong for a savior, too confident to depend on another being.  I see you living under the weight of the perfect life you’ve crafted for your social media accounts.  I see you, because I am you.

Woman of the world,

I feel you.  I feel you wanting more.  I feel you needing something to cling to.  I feel your discouragement, your emptiness, your hollow soul.  I feel your struggle to keep up.  I feel your exhaustion from running a race you never meant to enter.  I feel you wanting to give up, give in, and shut down.  I feel you because I felt it in me.

Woman of the world,

This is what you never knew you were always searching for.  This is the answer to the question you were too nervous to ask.  This is the end of the line you didn’t choose to cross.  This is the response to other people’s demands, past present and future.  This is the destination and the journey.  This is the end and the beginning.  This is the effort and the outcome.

Woman of the world, 

You just be you.  I’ll just be me.  And we’ll just let God be God, together.  Real.  Raw.  Unfiltered.  Unchained.  Transparent.  Vulnerable.  Liberated.  Together. 

 

If you’re in the area, and you’d like to be a part of my Women’s Bible Study group (or just want more info about it) please reach out to me via Facebook message or email me at noelbressler30@gmail.com