It’s funny how Facebook has changed so many of our lives and the way we communicate.
A person can write something or change their status, without thinking anyone is even paying attention, and then you see people that are your Facebook friends in real life and they question you … “What’s wrong? Why are you angry? Who are you angry with? What happened?”
Funny.
Over the weekend, while I was at a wonderful women’s conference, I, in my haste, wrote this as my Facebook status: “(My real name) feels inspired and angry at the same time.”
That’s all. It was just how I felt. No biggie.
I was inspired by the speakers … Bobbi Houston, Christine Caine, and most of all, Charlotte Gambil.
I was inspired by Delynn Rizzo.
I was inspired by the music … incredible worship and even Natalie Grant (despite the diss).
I was inspired by the thoughts shared by the women I was with.
But, I did get angry.
Angry to the point of tears.
Not because I couldn’t see the stage very well.
Not because the services did last longer, usually went over by half-an-hour to an hour each service.
Not because the place was so jam-packed that it was uncomfortable.
Not because Natalie Grant dissed me.
I was and am angry at the devil.
I was and am angry at society.
I was and am angry at women.
I have become disappointed in us, as women.
Disappointed that we go to conferences, we read books, we do Bible studies about the same topic, over and over again, and we still don’t get it. Myself included.
How many times do we need to hear about identity? Who we are in Christ? Not letting society dictate who we are and our worth?
It’s the same message over and over again.
Every year, the same thing.
It’s time that we, as women, find out who we are in Christ, and not waver.
We are strong women, valued by God, with purpose, and we are confident in who we are, both mentally and physically.
That’s it.
Plain and simple.
How can we fulfill the purpose that God has for us when we don’t even know who we are? When we’re too busy continuing to search for significance?
We are significant. We have purpose.
Now, it’s time to move.
Oh, and I had some fun too.
My sister … um, I mean friend. I forget sometimes. I love this woman.


Two more friends.

Thank God for good friends who help you to grow in your own faith, by not only encouraging you, but challenging you.
I’m ready to stop fighting the same battle and move on.
(After reading this post to Beau, he said, “Good. Now go get me some egg nog.” I’m surprised he didn’t throw a “woman” behind that statement. Of course, I said, “Get your own darn egg nog. I’m way too significant for that.” Obviously, my next post may have to be on submission.)