This one tells you to run, that one tells you to stay.
And then you add yourself to the mix, then you add your spouse, your friends, your boss, etc. etc. etc. Pretty soon, you can possibly be the barometer of any room (or so it feels).
If you are a sensitive spirit, like myself, you are very aware of these "voices". Sometimes you can hear them without someone even saying anything. You can just feel it. They speak with body language, with tone, with frequencies. Some people call it intuition, some people call it discernment, some people call it flat out crazy.
And it's me.
And, it may be you, too? It seems to be a lot of women. Their sensory organs are extraordinary. They see through eyes, ears, and their spirit. They just "get" stuff without it needing to be explained. They read between the lines, they sense this or that, they just "know". We, women, are a special breed. And I've really come to love us.
Women often get a bad rap for being oversensitive, emotional, or irrational. Their feelings can be berated and overlooked as sweet or cute. Their role looked upon as little helper. This mindset really makes my blood boil. Because these women, these sensitive spirits, these intercessors...they go to war daily. Not only for themselves, but for their husbands, for their families, for the world.
If you've ever met a woman, you know this. You don't mess with a Mama Bear. And yet, the voices are strong, and the war can be brutal.
These "voices" can come in the form of a serpent in a garden or also from an angelic beauty that appears to a 13 year old young virgin. The voice of the serpent deceived the woman into the fall of mankind. The voice of the angelic beauty supernaturally birthed the Savior for the same mankind. That's some serious business.
And you know what? It seems as though God likes to choose women to be ambassadors for that serious business. Every day, women are giving birth and and also enlisting in the military. They are rising in government office and they are also at home raising children. Women are multi-faceted beings that carry life, love, and war. They cannot be put in a box.
Last year around this time, I was about 7 months pregnant with Ella. I remember carrying my big belly around and thinking about Mary a lot. About what it felt like to be pregnant with a supernatural being by supernatural means. Her baby would be both God and man; a combination of perfection. This also made me think about the supernatural being in my belly. The meaning of Ella is the female form of "who is like God". She, also, would carry the likeness of God and the essence of woman. Another combination of perfection. And, me, the blessed one...who was chosen to carry and to birth her.
Just this alone, gives the term woman a whole new value. We are feelers, we are warriors, we are birthers. And we have been chosen to do so.
Seems as though there are a lot of women on the rise right now. At least when I look around or when I talk to them, I hear a cry coming from within them to build. They're tired of being put on the back-burner, tired of being pushed around, and tired of being confined to their ladies Bible study. They're ready to make history. They're ready for war. They're ready to say something.
And those voices I mentioned earlier? Those senses, that discernment, that intuition? It only makes them more accurate. The battles will only sharpen their skills for when they have reached the top of the mountain. It will only add to their authority and to their honor.
I've been thinking about this topic a lot lately, perhaps because it keeps getting put in my path. It feels like we're at the brink of change. In fact, we are already in change. This is just another part of it.
So, my faithful blog readers, my friends, and women in the world, I salute you today! For your sacrifices, for your faith, for no longer putting up with the small boxes that have tried to cramp your style and your giftings. May the world be yours and all your dreams with it...
(corresponding song: Mushaboom by Feist)
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