I was in need of jamming to a little Jay-Z in the middle of my tired hump day routine, so with the kids down for summer pseudo-quiet time, I reached for my headphones, stretched out on my side of the bed, and indulged.
I journaled this: “Do you feel the pulse of the sound? The rhythm that compels you to nod your head and maybe even tap your foot to the bass? “Who’s Gonna Run This Town Tonight?” There are beats that literally force our bodies to do a little bounce, and the consistency of the vibrations move us. We can stand two-legged, bone-tired, in front of an overflowing sink full of dishes, and the right song can prompt our bodies into motion. Today, Beyoncé’s man has the power to change my disposition from powerless to powerful. Bored to interested. Awake to the world that is swirling around me.”
Awake. Alert. Ready for Action.
Culture has been writing rules for women to adhere to since Eve listened to the snake and thought that knowing more was getting more. We have been trying to get more ever since. More power. More acclaim. More recognition. More love.
And since culture has started writing the rules and since we have been chasing more at every turn, we have allowed culture to tell us who we are. In my last post, I challenged us to examine the breaking hearts of our girls as they stare out the window and long to be something more. I challenged us, women that seek God’s goodness for this generation and many to come, to pray for courage.
Courage to fight culture that screams diet pills and calorie restriction pair to shape a sexier physique. Courage to fight culture that screams our daughters should be ashamed to talk with their parents about sex and its curiosities or the insecurities they experience as they endure the onslaught of puberty. Courage to fight culture that screams the body you are given is not the body you are meant to live in, SO FIX IT.
Ladies, we have a whole town to address when it comes to how we respond in unity.
So, who is this town? The group of women who need a rearranging, a shuffling out of their comfort and a transition into newness of life?
This town is made up of generations. This community of grandmothers who grew up gossiping about who’s fat and who’s skinny down the street (shout out to my momma who never had time for that), this gathering of present day mothers who shame speak their bodies but are willing to think differently for the sake of their posterity, this collection of girls scrolling through polished magazine ads and phone shout-outs and changing billboard photos.
And, you know who’s gonna run this town?
My girls are. My sisters in Christ who love the Lord, who claim Him as the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End. The Keeper of Creation and the Creator of all. My women who claim their Father as the one true God and their Savior, Jesus! (Priscilla Shirer, “Who’s Your Daddy?” – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hj3Oy8GAa1A).
Do you know how I know this?
Because the victory is in my mind.
I can see that we have the ability to affect real change in women. We can help each other toss aside the lies, based on the Victory Jesus has already won.