Love one another.
On my newsfeed Saturday a week ago were photos of a group of women from our church squeezed together in the cold wearing mittens and scarves and big, bright smiles, DC in the background.
“Hey, y’all,” one said, standing in front of our Life Group on the next Sunday morning, “I’m an activist.” And she stretched out her t-shirt for us to see.
Don’t be fooled by her unassuming manner or make generalizations based on her conservative politics. She is an eloquent speaker, holds a full time job, runs a home, and teaches workshops, bible studies and runs a huge women’s ministry.
Steady, unpretentious, well-educated women. In a heart beat they could pull out the tea cups and linens and flowers and home made desserts with grace and a can do attitude. And they are smart, too, well-educated, some own their own businesses, have travelled all over the world, and raised big families and perfected the art of homemaking and here’s the thing. . .
They were not afraid of being feminine; I mean they are cute in the best sense of the word. Chic. They know the value of a good haircut, and they style themselves so that when they walk into the room, the eye just rests on them. They understand beauty doesn’t have to be tight or revealing, and they can still make heads turn, and yet they feel no need to compete with one another. These women are confident, seriously confident, and they value one another. They are not afraid to allow men areas of uncontested leadership; it does not diminish them. They lead from where they stand, and sometimes that is outside of the spotlight. They find the task at hand and simply get the work done. And they work hard. They are mentally and physically strong.
I am soaking up every lesson they can give me. It feels like finishing-school-slash-boot-camp. They are funny and resilient and untiring and elegant and graceful.
I recognize these women; they are on the pages of the Bible. They are the Sarahs and the Esthers and the Proverbs women. They are in the villages in Africa and the small towns of South America and neighborhoods of Israel. They are in the cities of Europe, America and the Far East.
They are women who have studied God’s Word and believed it to be true, and they are an army of the Unafraid and the Redeemed.
Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.
Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you.
And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.
Learning to count the days at Round Rock. . .