This is a repost from Diane when we blogged at greaterisjesus.com. I will repost my response to hers following this one. There is a woman I have in mind for this post. I hope she is blessed by it- and that you are too.
This past few years, and for the whole of my life, You’ve said things that were good for my heart and my mind; but what were the most healing words that I’ve ever heard You say, Lord? That would have to be when You told me that You’d always loved Your little girls every bit as much as You did Your boys. I cried so hard that night. I cried this morning. I’m crying now…I love You, God.
Good Morning, All.
In a dream I found myself walking with my Heavenly Father. I saw Him with me and me with Him. I saw Him here. I saw Him there. He was everywhere, reflected in a whole lot of numbers.
I got the definite feeling that there was enough of the God for me to have my God and for everyone else to have theirs; and that each One that I saw was a very Whole Piece of The One, The One that wholly is God.
As I say, I was walking with my Heavenly Father. I was happy and feeling just a little bit proud. I was right where I wanted to be, with the Dad of my dreams.
A doe leaped out in front of us and then leaped away.
Startled, it made me look down.
I realized that I had a shirt on but nothing below. Almost, I said something concerning that, but upon looking, I saw that I wasn’t alone. I was grown, but I felt like a girl in this dream. I often do with my God. I saw other girls who were naked below and out walking with their Heavenly Fathers, their very own Whole Piece of the One, the One that wholly is God.
The reason I’m calling them Whole Pieces of One, the One that wholly is God is that they all looked so very much alike that they just had to be different parts of the very same God; that is, the same God, but to each, One Reflection separate and able to be personally known.
When they spoke, they each spoke to one another as though they didn’t know that they were all parts of just One, but I’m pretty sure that they did—He did. He knew it. He knows it.
Being God, He Knows it All.
One came along quite alone, having no daughter with Him.
He said to my Heavenly Father, “You have a beautiful daughter.”
My Father thanked Him, the other Whole Piece of the One, the One that wholly is God, and then He told Him, “Her whole life I’ve tried to get her to just follow me, but I never could do it. Then one day I quit trying and started to leave her; but when I looked back, there she was with me. She followed, and with me she is.”
He looked so proud, and I felt so shy being with Him in only my shirt, but I was pleased because He was.
He was beaming.
I woke then, but God, as sometimes He does, spoke to me again upon waking.
He said, very audibly, my name, and then, “I have always loved my little girls every bit as much as I’ve loved my boys.”
He said it slowly, with care, as though to make sure that I heard every word.
I was crying so hard then, just loving Him, when He put a picture into my mind. He lit a memory of me as a child when my family was in Puerto Rico. I spent my first two years of school there in a little town by the name of Guayama.
I remembered how the little boys so often were naked and playing on the beaches or out in the yards. My mother always said it was because the people there were so very proud of their little boys that they didn’t bother to make them wear clothes.
I don’t really know if that was truly the reason, I’ve never since asked, but I never saw any little girls there who were not dressed and Mom said it was because no one wanted to show their girls off.
In other words, to me, girls really weren’t worth much, and they gave their parents no cause to be proud; and the more I listened to all that, the more I thought that girls might even be shameful.
It hurt and it stuck, I guess, because it wasn’t the first time that I’d ever heard something that made me question the worth of just being a girl, and it surely wasn’t the last.
And later, when I first started trying to read from The Bible (I was still just a girl, not very much older.), it seemed like my thoughts were confirmed. It seemed like all of the girls and the women in there were simply exceptions, the ones that God loved. The rest seemed no more than extra parts for a man, unable to relate to God by themselves, or to make it to Heaven. They could only do it if they went through a man—and I don’t mean through Jesus.
I didn’t really know why God had bothered to make us, I guess, if He’d made us just second class and not as good as a man.
I wished that He hadn’t made me.
Never mind that He’d blessed me my whole life by staying quite near, often touching me or speaking words that I really needed to hear—plus all the dreams that He gave me.
I could not really believe that He loved me until that morning when I woke from that dream, and He made it clear that He wasn’t partial to boys like I’d always thought that He was.
I will never, not ever, I think, be able to recall it without a whole lot of tears; and yes, I am crying now.
I’M A GIRL, and God loves me.
Even crying, I can’t help but smile.
Have a blessed and beautiful day in the Lord.
HE LOVES HIS GIRLS PART II
I hope that everyone has read Diane’s post from yesterday. If you haven’t, please do before reading mine. I am writing mine as Part II because it is the same topic, but hers is much more poignant, and entertaining too.
I, like Diane, had always felt that somehow God loved his boys better than his girls because it seems like, in the Bible, and definately in real life, there is favor shown to them. I think maybe, after reading Diane’s post, I don’t feel that it was necessarily favor when they were written of in the Bible, but just that there were more stories focused on them because the lessons God wanted us to learn were in those stories. (Maybe they just didn’t learn as easily as women and God wanted to make examples of them) JUST KIDDING!
I want to share what I had been told once by a lady in my church. I was really feeling quite aggravated about men and their “status” those days. It seemed to me that they were mostly followers of women, but that they got the credit. In church, the women out numbered the men by far. We (women) were the ones that gave God our hearts in worship and the men seemed reserved. Why did God give men the honor and require the women to submit to them?
My friend told me that God required the men to protect the women from having to experience anything unpleasant and/or dangerous. All things had to go through a man first in order to have less impact on the weaker sex. Protection was what it was all about.
That makes sense to me because, as a mother, I would expect that lessons of life taught to my children should come through me first. Especially anything unpleasant. I will protect my children from whatever life throws their way, if I can. And, having done so, I would expect to get credit for having done it if the media showed up. I doubt the child would even get an interview.
If you are a woman, and have not experienced the “protection” of a man in a leadership roll, then more is the pity. We are the ones to be honored and “protection” is a way of honoring us. The word submit could be interpreted by us to mean “hide behind him” on his say so. For example: a commander in an army strategically plans and gives his command to ensure the battle is won with as little loss of life or damage as possible.
If your husband, father, brother, uncle, grandfather, is not protecting you from life’s fallout, pray for him. He is not where God wants him to be. I’m not advocating a new point of contention between you and your man. I know from experience that that will not win him over. I do know that God’s time and prayer will mature your man, if anything can.
God Bless,
Anita
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