I was speaking to a co worker, about how women, have carried so much of the the weight in our society. We have been wives, and mid wives, mothers and nannies. We wash clothes and help others to dress.We are innovative and resourceful and pace setters. We work,we play,we teach, and we learn,and at the end of the day we say Lord, thank you. We have helped to build churches, and businesses, families, and fortunes. We have learned to spend a dollar like it was ten, and ten dollars like it was one hundred. We have made sacrifices for our children, encouraged spouses, and attended the PTA. We have listened for countless hours, to the woes of friends, as well as the dreams of our young. We have mobilized, and organized. We have lifted souls from despair, and dared to speak hope into bleak situations.
We are the backbone of our families, churches, social clubs and the list goes on. We are not accustomed to panic. We respond to trials knowing that, “it could be worse”. We are fragile, but not frail…we are powerful, but not domineering, we are sure, but not arrogant. We are the link to whatever may be missing. And we stand strong. We are challenged every day, to rise above pettiness, jealousy, envy and strife. We are the nurse, the baker, and the candle stick maker. Ok, maybe not the last one, but you know what I mean. We are here. We hold the light to the end of a dark day. We have survived when others lost their minds. And we refuse to let go of God’s Hand. We have had our shares of successes and failures. But we didn’t give up. When we know we are wrong we say “I am sorry”. We rejoice for one another, and cry when others cry. We care when no one seems to be concerned about us. And day after day we stand ready to do battle. We refuse the enemy our families, our hope, our futures, and our dreams. We rest in the assurance, that we may not know what the future holds, but we discern who holds our future. We have not come this far alone. Sometimes we have cried, seemingly a river of tears, and it seemed as if no one understood our pain, and then that still small voice just sounds so sweet, saying “My Daughter, you can rise again. From the ashes of anguish to the composition of hope, we rejoice in our Father and God. We can bear one another’s burden, or we can form our fingers to point. We can join hands with sisters who necessitate the strength and courage that can only be found in you. We must mend broken fences, and restore injured dreams while there is still time. Today can be the tomorrow that so many have hoped for. We can do all things through Christ, and nothing is impossible with God. Though many things may come, never should it be, the resounding noise in the enemies camp, trying to confuse your sister in need. With a heart opened wide, and much love to share, tell some sister today, that you will for eternity care. For whatever is trying her, may strike at your gate some day, and it would just be so very blessed to hear a sister say, “I love you...no matter what you have done, or from where you have come, and you can count on me. Shalom
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