It’s okay to say enough is enough and not be shamed out of it to make it “easier” for others. John 5:1-14
I was talking to myself. I was standing for my Honey. I was reaching for the other scapegoat people who are my friends on fb and hoping He would use my words to encourage others struggling like I was this morning.
Standing up against something you’ve allowed for years or even decades is much harder than having boundaries from the beginning. That’s very easy to say… Living it is a whole other enchilada! Just being a woman, of my generation and before that, a girl, makes it an uphill battle to be strong, confident, to take care of your needs (sometimes before others, heaven forbid!). We’re considered pushy bitches by society, by and large, for being emotionally healthy and for having boundaries.
I think as each generation has evolved, we’ve become more healthy in this way. I don’t think we’re anywhere near our destination, yet, but we’ve come a long way, Baby! The irony to me is that my experience has been that the people who typically throw roadblocks in my path are women who struggle with the same things as I do. I’m not sure if it’s human nature to want to hold others back because we feel failure by not “keeping up with” our friends, or if this is just ingrained in us to play the martyr and encourage other women to do the same.
My daughter would probably tell you I have a bipolar personality when it comes to what I’ve taught her about being an emotionally healthy woman. I think I’ve taught her to be sacrificial with others, setting an example of a martyr in many of my friendships and family relationships, while encouraging her to take care of herself, stand up for her needs and her heart and to have healthy boundaries with others. Truth be told, I’ve talked a bunch more about the better way than I’ve lived it, but she’s much stronger than I am. She’s SO MUCH MORE wise and confident than her mama ever was at 21… or 31…
I think it’s a hard place to be when you’re a girl my age – somewhere between sweeping it all under the rug, stuffing it all down deep with a smile on your face and poison in your heart, just happy that everyone is “getting along” and putting it all out there, take me as I am or take a hike. Big sister shaming us. Little sister disappointed in us. Floundering, disenfranchised… Blossoming awkwardly, unable to stay in purgatory any longer, wanting to be reborn.
I’m still lost much of the time and I’m working so hard to be in His will, but sometimes I hear other voices that come from places with human agendas louder than I hear His. It isn’t their fault, it’s mine, it’s my weakness that loses focus and forgets I am not a Christian church lady of my generation. I am a woman of God. I am His daughter. He didn’t give me a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline. (2 Timothy 1:7) My goal is to encourage this and nurture this in my sisters. My prayer is that others will do this for me… He gave this spirit to all of us. If we could embrace the truth of that and live in it, the spiritual, relational possibilities are endless. It scares the bejeebies out of me, in a good way, kinda like an awesome upside down, bare-feet dangling, loop-de-loop rollercoaster. The old way scares me in an awful way, kinda like I’m sitting in the back seat of a car with a sad smile on my face going nowhere or over a cliff and not really caring either way because no one really knows me and I know no one…