must read

I read this from a blog and I just absolutely love it. I think it is something that women can absolutely benefit from reading, but men as well. It is encouraging and challenging- it is inspiring and enticing. These are the kind of women we need in the world. This world needs the best of us, and I hope this article encourages you to strive to be this type of woman like it does for me.

 

Some parts of it apply more than others, but I think it is made up of parts that everyone can relate to. Enjoy.

 

 

 

Profile of a good woman:

 

A good woman is honest. She tells the truth; first to herself and then to her audience no matter how big or small.

 

With honest eyes, A good woman looks within herself and tells the truth about what she finds.

 

She gives thanks for the good, rejoices in them and makes them better.

 

She takes responsibility for the bad and quests to make them good.

She smiles at the beautiful and acknowledges that they are the reflection of The Creator.

She seizes the ugly, from its source, roots it out, and receives in its stead, beauty for ashes.

 

A Good woman tells the truth about her knowledge, escapades, proclivities, gifts, talents, and abilities, no false modesty here. She arms herself with these, leaving behind a powerful legacy for those in her wake.

She exposes her dark places, moments of tragedy and shame. Welcoming the influx of light sets her free. Her head is lifted and she leads the way for the others drawn from hiding by her transparency.

 

A Good woman tells the truth about her stats. She is unfettered by the unstable dictates of a jaded society. She announces them without letting them consume or define her.

“I’ll take that in a size 10, please.”

“5ft. 9 and 130 pounds.”

“29 going on 30”

“16 year old virgin”

“Art Collector and Introvert”

“Redhead from a bottle”

“35 year old virgin”

“Divorced”

“Surgeon and Wife”

“Diaper washer, nosebleed stopper, bed maker, and cellulite fighter.”

“80 years young.”

“Twitter virgin”

“Blogging Guru”

“Cancer survivor”

 

A Good Woman tells the truth about what she wants and makes no apologies for her unselfish desires.

That extra piece of cheesecake.

The well deserved promotion.

A naughty tumble in the sheets (with her husband of course).

To walk on the moon.

Undivided attention.

Time to breathe.

A home full of kids.

A trip without the kids.

An Apartment with a view.

Whispered words of kindness.

A corner office.

Christian Louboutin pumps.

 

A Good Woman tells the truth even when it’s “No”

No to compromise

No to mediocrity

No to cruelty

No to abuse

No to idleness

No to injustice

No objectification

No to insincerity

No to complacency

No to insecurity

“No you may not call me doll face.”

 

A Good woman recognizes a Good Man when she sees one

Not only because of his full head of hair, the dreaminess of his eyes, the size of his bank account or the breath of his shoulders.

Instead, she is captivated by his resemblance to The Father

The testimony of his brotherhood

The strength of his character

His courage against opposition

His humility in his flaws

His commitment to growth and learning

His compassion and kindness

His protective arm about her shoulders

His complete acceptance of her story

The light in his eyes whenever she walks into a room

 

A Good Woman tells the truth because only then is she truly free. Free to exist comfortably in her skin, free to love, free to give, free to submit, free to achieve, free to believe, free to trust, free to laugh, free to be, free to live.

Tuesday’s Letter

My dearest Tuesday…
 
Legs: I am glad you clearly got a great workout yesterday, but I can barely walk… and I look like an old lady as I hobble around. Get better soon, please. And thank you.
 
Mom: Breakfast today was amazing and even though our pancakes tasted like microwaved, astronaut food, I am glad we got to have the conversation we did.
 
Steve and Jenna: Oregon, here I come!! Can not wait to see you two and spend the weekend with you guys!
 
Theory class I am currently in: Please be over. Soon. 
 
California: you do not make receiving a credential very easy. At all. I wish you would figure it out sooner than later.
 
Rain: I am very grateful for the mood you set today, the air you cleaned, and the color you put on the trees and hills. Its beautiful. But if you go away soon, the sun will come out. And we could all use a little sunshine.
 
Meghan: I wish we didn’t eat so much in class, because I am starting to feel slightly judged by the others in our cohort. But between the chicken, the pasta, the meatballs, the vegetables, the cookies, the soup, and the bread, I think we over-did it a little bit tonight. And now we are on to crafting.
 
Dad: still want you to come home from China. I miss you. Mom misses you. Love you.
 
Wednesday: I am excited to sleep in and enjoy the rest of my spring break from teaching. 
 
3rd graders: I do miss you, but I am also glad we have spring break and get some time apart. Next week will be fun! 
 
Rachel: I hope Guatemala continues to be amazing. Love you and miss you. 
 
24 Hr Fitness: I have not been very faithful to you lately- as faithful as I should be. I am coming tomorrow. I promise.

Wednesday Letter

Thursday: I am praying you are a day that holds joy, child-like faith, and energy.

Friday: You are quite tempting and have been since Monday.

Lady Antebellum: You DID NOT disappoint David and I, so thank you very much. The drive to Sacramento was worth every extra mile and minute in traffic.

Darius Rucker: Please never stop rocking a baseball cap, jeans, t-shirt, and boots for your concerts. You were mighty impressive.

Dad: Please come back from China.

Bert’s Bees Chapstick: My lips are very grateful for you today.

Best: I will miss you while you are in Guatemala, but PLEASE soak up EVERY minute of your time there. Say hi to Erin 🙂

Future Job: I would like to know when and if you are actually going to come into play soon. Let me know at your earliest convenience. Please and thank you.

Country Music: I find myself happier when you are playing in my car.

Thai Food: You were so delicious tonight for dinner- thank you thank you thank you. Yummmmy.

Bed: You haven’t seen me at 8:45pm in a long time, but there is no place I’d rather be right now. So thank you.

Camera: I have not taken you out for any adventures lately. I promise to do that soon- where should we go?

Mexico: I am coming. I really am. May can not come any faster!!

Boyfriend: Glad you are in my life. SO glad. Thanks for making country music so much better 🙂

Alarm Clock: I am hopeful that one day you will stop working so I can accidentally sleep in, but tomorrow is one day where I really need you to be faithful.

value

you. are. of. value.

intrinsic |inˈtrinzik; -sik|

adjective) belonging naturally; essential
 
 

irrevocable |ˌiˈrevəkəbəl|

adjective) not able to be changed, reversed, or recovered; final 
 
 
 
Your value. It can’t be stolen. It can’t be replaced. It can’t be given to you from someone else. It can’t be forsaken or altered, lied about, taken credit for, or taken advantage of. Your value will not change, it is something you were born with, something that only God can speak into. He defines our value and our worth. And that value is something that belongs to us and only us, something that is absolutely final. It has already been defined, already been spoken of, and already been set in stone. 
 
When we are aware of our own value, we see the value in everyone else around us. When we start seeing people for what they are really worth, which has nothing to do with the choices they are currently making, have made, or will make, then we start treating others well. 
 
I want to be a woman who treats people in a way that speaks into their value. That when they walk away from a conversation, a discussion, a conflict with me, that they never feel as anything worse, smaller, or less important. And that is a huge check for me. Its not about me. Life will never be about me. So the sooner I start living in a way that speaks into the value of others, the sooner I will escape the ‘me thinking’. Life isn’t fun anyways when we are only focused on our needs, wants, desires. It’s much more satisfying to live in a way that puts others first and serves others. 
 
It’s funny because I teach my students this concept all the time. That we are a team, we are a family that needs to work together and will work together until everything gets done. We help others before we help ourselves, we work together no matter what our academic levels are, and we encourage one another towards success even in our own failures. Teaching is a daily check for the way I want to live my life- how I know to live life in the best way possible- how we want our little children to grow up living. But man, its so much easier to teach than to live sometimes. So when I continue believing and having confidence in the value that God has given me, I can treat others the way they deserve to be treated, which ultimately means them before me. God help me to live this way. It’s hard. But we can grow and learn to do this better than we do. Help us. 
 
 

“Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God’s kindness: kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.”  -Mother Theresa

Tuesday’s Letters

Dear Alarm Clock– I really would have rather hit snooze, but thank you for so faithfully waking me up each morning.

Dear Makeup– thank you for making me appear awake when I arrive at school.

Dear 3rd Grade Students– thank you for making my day SO amazing; for making me laugh, showing me what I am so passionate about, for challenging me, and for teaching me.

Dear Professors at St. Mary’s– By the time your class ends, some of us have been awake for 16 hours going non-stop. Does that ever influence your teaching styles? It should. In my humble opinion.

Dear Meghan- thank you for your sisterhood in this credential program of ours. Complaining? We do it. Coffee runs? Absolutely necessary. Encouragement? We give it to one another. Support? That too. Laughter and talking in class? No doubt. Food? Always shared. PACT? Lets work on it. Thank you.

Dear Boyfriend- still don’t like Tuesdays. But I like you. So that’s good 🙂

Dear Lady Antebellum– I am seeing you on Thursday and driving to Sacramento from the Bay Area. I have heard your concert is worth the drive, so my boyfriend and I have high expectations. Call me up on stage? Surely.

Dear Weekend- already dreaming about you.

Dear Rachel and Kristina– absolutely can not wait for our time together this weekend. TALKing, LAUGHing, PICTURE-taking, and SO much more. Stoked. Truly.

uncomfortable

 

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” CS Lewis

Why is vulnerability such a scary thing for us sometimes? Why do we allow fear to change how we act, what we expect, and how we respond to others? I have seen to many areas of my life where fear of vulnerability has caused me to be someone I don't want to be, to live in fear of others and of revealing who I am in full- but why should we be afraid of that? Is that not exactly God's creation that we see in the mirror? Is it not exactly how we should be? How He wants us to be? Why don't we respond in boldness, confidence, and excitement for the promises and protection of God? I don't know, but I do know that I am ready to start giving God the power He truly has over my life, and not the mirror, not the fear, and not the lies. Join me.
Matthew 5:16
“Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.

the one room school house

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today I went on a fun field trip with my third graders. the one room school house was full of amazing activities, lessons, songs, bible readings, and traditional chalkboards. We all dressed up as if we were in the year 1888- and there was no electricity in the school house, no heat, and nothing automatic. the students learned to use quills, inkwells, slates, and old fashioned recess games. It was a really fun experience!