Daughters of Ours,
Spring green has touched the tips of the trees, edging its way to leaf centers. Plum and pink Azaleas have yawned into March’s morning light.
And before we can sneeze the oak pollen from our lungs, the temperatures will soar into the 90s. So relish these moments of newness. These moments of life awakening from winter’s sleep.
Because daughters, you are spring.
And I wonder if you know how to savor this beautiful time, if you know what a splendid bloom you are.
I wonder if you know you can show the world your stunning spring hues and your intelligence and your gifts, if you know you don’t have to hide who you really are.
I wonder if you know the glory of being born a woman?
Do you really?
Because sometimes we forget the distinct splendor of the feminine. We often hide from the beauty of being created woman.
We may all bemoan those days each month when our bodies seem to rebel and quake under the pressure of our design. But really? Our bodies are life bringers. Our turmoil and pain yields humankind.
Womanhood is not something to shrink from or deny. It is to be celebrated.
Celebrate the feminine. Celebrate the strong, the tender, the fierce. Celebrate them all because they all are the woman.
Don’t shrink, dear daughters.
I watch as you make apologizes for your intelligence and attempt to hid your strength. My heart beats sad when you play dumb for the boy in the next chair.
Listen close, Tender Flower ready to bloom.
A man who doesn’t want his woman strong and smart and brave is not a man I want for you. You are worthy of being loved as you are. The authentic self needs no glittery wrapping paper and jeweled bows to be loved.
Your worthy of so.much.more.
The man who loves the truest you? The one willing to pursue your truest heart? The one fighting your battles beside you?
That is the man you cling to—hold tight. Because he is the one it’s okay to need. Because he needs you, too.
I watch through the halls, and I see myself so many years ago. Wondering. What is it to be woman?
Maybe you love glamour and heels and shiny lips and dresses – all things girl. Maybe you would rather live in your flip-flops and jeans and t-shirts and ponytails. That’s okay, because on you? They’re all things girl, too.
One day you may want to be a stay-at-home mom. Or maybe you may want to have a career and be a CEO.
One day you may want to be both.
One day you may marry. Or maybe you won’t. And that’s okay, too.
One day you may decide you want ten children. Or maybe you may decide to have none.
Whatever you decide, don’t allow the world to shame your choices—your higher calling.
There are evils that use physical power to trap and chain women. Evils that lurk to strip the female of her security, her safety. Evils that pounce shouting shame into your thoughts. Evils that pound a hammer of fear to shatter your femininity—your identity.
Don’t be afraid to fight back. Know those evils are not your shame to bear. Those broken pieces you didn’t break? They can be part of your glorious stained-glass story.
Held up to the Light? You will always glimmer color and shimmer sun.
May we clutch to each other, welding metal, piecing together our stained stories. Because we’ve all been broken. Our cracks reveal our light. Our strength. Our dignity.
Many will shout into echo chambers that we’re less than. Less than because we have hips and curves and breasts. Less than because our emotions are a mystery. Less than because we nurture the broken and our minds never stop.
Don’t believe the lies.
Those lies are wrong.
Wrong, because God the Father created both male and female in His image. Both. In His image. Oh, daughters. The fingerprint of God is stamped into our very being. We are His created beauty.
You need to know we are His painted sunset—His final touch on all of creation. We have purpose. The Master Artist makes it so…
Be proud of your womanhood. Take hold of your feminine self.
Don’t be afraid to smile back at the mirror every morning.
You. Beautiful you.
You are God’s creation, too.
We Love You,