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I’m More Equal Than You 2

Liberation is an iffy thing.


Church and Feminism

The women’s liberation movement of the 1960′s drew two rather extreme responses from the Church: either we jumped right on the equal rights bandwagon and set up church day schools and child-care centers to help the church women pursue careers, or we withdrew in shock and horror and deemed anything not concerned with home or children inappropriate, even unbiblical, for women’s interest.

Extremes usually fall short of wisdom. These responses are no exception.

Go Ahead and Roar

Woman was created to be a help meet to man. Every liberated woman will roar (as women are said to do) at this statement, but it is simple truth. God’s promise is that the truth will set us free, so accept this truth as something that leads to greater freedom, not less, for us as women.

A Help What?

God says woman is to be a help meet. He does not say, “I will make a homemaker for him…” or “I will make a domestic slave for him…” or “I will make an additional income provider for him….”

Yet, O Women, have we not identified ourselves in such roles before? Homemaking is not next to godliness; neither is having a career. Neither pursuit is our God-mandated work.

At different times we may be called upon to be homemakers or to be assistants in a different sphere. Let us not confuse the means with the mandate. The mandate is to be a help meet. The means will vary.

Wrong Priorities

When any work becomes more important than the work of helping our husbands, we have fallen away from God’s mandate. Sister, your house may be clean, your meals may be perfect, your children may be excelling at everything you put before them; but what is the motive of your work?

What is your heart? Have you forgotten the mandate in your busy, efficient home management?

Sister, your work may be valuable, your income may be treasured, your contribution may be unquestioned; but what is the motive of your work?

What is your heart? Have you forgotten the mandate in your smart, diligent pursuit of a career?

A Place Beyond Boundaries

Neither the home nor the office can claim exclusive rights over “a woman’s place.” God has defined that place as something beyond physical and social boundaries, something that can change as the seasons of life change without compromising its purpose.

To assist our husbands in ruling the earth is a broader and greater work than we have deemed ourselves capable of. Let us walk in faith, and not be so small-minded as to limit our lives to only one small part of this work.

I Want to Be Equal, Too!

The curse of feminism is the cry for equality: I can open my own doors, drive my own car, earn my own money, make my own way. This kind of equality leads to women trying to fulfill the instructions given to men and women, not just the ones given to women.

It isn’t that women cannot do those things that men are instructed to do; in most cases, women are quite capable of them all. But ability does not equal responsibility; just being able to do something does not mean you should be doing it.

Inferior? I Think Not

Cultural feminism tells us that when we do only what we find ourselves particularly suited to do, we have made ourselves inferior to men. Frankly, I don’t see the logic there. It seems smart to me to do what you’re good at and what you enjoy, rather than kill yourself trying to prove some obscure agenda to a faceless mass of imaginary patriarchs.

Men certainly don’t kill themselves trying to prove that they’re just as good at being women as we are. It seems just a bit silly that we would work so hard trying to prove how good we are at being men.

Don’t Be a Negative Nancy

The Bible is not legalistic about what women should and should not do; it gives very clear but also very flexible instructions as to what our primary occupation should be.

There is a lot of room for interpretation in how we carry out those instructions. The over-arching theme is that of assisting our husbands; under that umbrella, we have all sorts of freedom to do and be and grow and explore and work and play and produce and rest and develop and create.

Some of us, of course, ignore the freedom and focus on the umbrella. What’s it doing there? Why can’t I do without the umbrella? Well, sister, you can do without the umbrella. Step on out there and stand in that cold rain by yourself. As for me, I find I can sacrifice a little bit of the view in order to avoid getting the unforgiving lashes of the storm winds.

That’s what umbrellas are for.


5-Minute Marriage Check

Let go of the need to prove you can do it all; that drive comes from the left-over message of feminism that has saturated our culture. You don’t have to do more or be different to be exactly who God made you to be.

Are there things you would let go of if you knew you wouldn’t be judged for it? Would you bow out of an activity, a sport, a class, an organization, a job?

Try this: pretend the only person whose opinion matters is your husband. What would your schedule look like if you were just trying to please him? (Okay, I know it might be “sex/cook/sex/cook….”).

How can you simplify your schedule so it is less about living up to other people’s standards and more about helping your husband with the priorities he has set for your family?

More food and more sex might not be a bad thing…


5-Minute Action Point

I challenge you to do five things to shake off that leftover feminist agenda.

  1. Ask your husband for advice about something that is “your area.” Don’t make something up; bring a real problem, ask a question, and listen to his answer.
  2. Act on the advice he gives you from #1.
  3. Clear a night this week of any house work, computer stuff, activities, events, and the like. It’s an at-home date night. Make your husband’s favorite meal, hang out together, play a game with the kids or watch a movie. Relax. Don’t try to control the agenda. Flow.
  4. Ask your husband for one thing you can help him with this week.
  5. Put that one thing from #4 on your calendar. Do it.

Learn to love your umbrella.

Image courtesy of wonderjunkie.

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This post is Day 9 of the Build a Better Marriage Challenge.


It’s a 30-day challenge to be deliberate about building a better marriage. We’ll talk about some of the common obstacles to a better marriage (marriage killers) and some of the important habits for a successful marriage (marriage keys). We’ll also work through some of the misconceptions that affect our marriage, faulty thinking we’ve picked up from our culture, our pasts, and maybe even from the church. Each day’s reading will end with a 5-minute marrige check and a 5-minute action point, so you can take it on home.

Join in via the Mr Linky on the challenge page. You can also just read along, but remember that all challenge participants will receive a free copy of the ebook at the end of the challenge.

Here’s to better, stronger, happier marriages!

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This post is a condensed version of these 2 articles: A Woman’s Place and A Woman’s Place, Pt 2.

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Parenting 101: I’m Always There 3


I’m always there.
I’m overseeing every moment of their little lives. Even on bad hair days.

They may not know it, but
I’m always close, watching, listening, protecting.
Why? Right now, it’s about guiding and training their behavior, protecting them from any sort of abuse, and guarding their little hearts from fear, insecurity, confusion.
That means I don’t just blithely send them off to whatever activity or childcare is offered. My default is that they stay with me. I want to know what’s going on with them, what they’re experiencing. I have to be there to know that.

I choose very carefully the people who take care of them when I need a sitter – it’s grandparents or Aunties or, very rarely, a single gal I know and trust who has a great track record with us. I have a few other standbys – married women who are raising/have raised kids in the same kind of protecting, nurturing way – but every there I’m careful, prayerful. Paranoid? Maybe, but I don’t think so. These children – my children – are innocent little travelers in a big, rough world.


They’ll grow up and be capable of handling it, but that’s not for a while yet. Right now their hearts and minds are so tender, impressionable. A scary cartoon has a big effect. If I let them loose into a world of confusing, conflicting adult standards, the number of negative experiences would increase 1000%. Not all would be really bad. A kid doesn’t have to be abused to become hurt, scared, and unsure about right and wrong.
I want my children to grow up to be adults who know right and wrong as absolutes and who have a positive, optimistic outlook. Differing standards and negative experiences undermine those two goals. No, I can’t control everything. I’m not saying I always say no, or that I never let them out to learn and interact. I am saying this, though: I’m there.

I’m there to see what happens, to explain, to shield, to provide security and reason even when things are difficult. I tell my kids the truth. When our dog died, I told them. When they asked if Gigi (my step Mom) was my Mommy, I explained: No, my Mommy died. (Their answer: Like our doggie died? Yes, kids, death is death.)
They live in this fallen world too and they can’t be shielded from all pain, nor should they be. But I’m in charge of their pain management. Joe and I are the interpreters of the world for them. When big scary things happen, we are there to put it in context for them. And you don’t know what a big scary thing is to them unless you’re there.

So. Unless one of my tried-and-true, trusted sitters is available, our kids stay with me. And even when the sitters are available, most of the time our kids stay with me. I love them. I want them with me. I want to be there. We leave them maybe twice a month for a date night out. Other times we have date night in (better dress code…).
I pass on most Mommy’s Day Out, drop and shop, etc programs where there are way too many factors out of my control. Every week or two, when I get claustrophobic and need time to be me-sans-Mommyness, Joe keeps the kids at home and I go out for a couple of hours.

For classes and fun stuff like dance or gym or sports that I want them to be part of (and there aren’t many), I make sure 1) it’s a group deal with 2+ adults there at all times and 2) I stay and watch to see how things go for a while before I leave, IF I leave and 3) I’m always early for pickup time, to see how things wrap up and to be sure my child isn’t left alone unsupervised or uncertain about what’s net. I avoid situations that I can’t predict with accuracy when it comes to leaving my children.


That’s the place I’ve come to with my kids. They are very young right now, and as they grow we will have a bit more freedom. But I come back to this truth: these little people are given to me as a trust. No one else has the heart and instinct and mind to mother my children, because God gave that to me. I’m their Mom, and these days of intensive mothering are few and swiftly passing. I want to make the most of them.

(Poor kids. This means they’re definitely going to end up weird like me. Mwahahaha.)

What do you think? How do you handle the endless opportunities for outings? What are you standards? How do you fit in alone time?

This post is part of the 30-Minute Blogging Challenge at SteadyMom.

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