I often feel like a fish out of water among women. I’m the woman who cringes when she gets an invite to a women’s retreat, especially if it has teacups on the cover. I was never the girl who daily dreamed of marriage or motherhood. And even now as a wife and mother, I’d rather do push-ups than craft at your kitchen table. I used to feel ashamed in the church because I didn’t fit the mold of the Christian woman I often felt was modeled and taught.
But here I am, a women’s ministry leader.
How we use our words on social media verses how we would speak face-to-face doesn’t always match up. Everyday on our newsfeeds we see lobbying for social causes, cyber-bulling, shaming, celebrating and grieving. We hungrily consume information about other people’s lives, freely feeling we have a right to know the details and express our opinions.
The measure of our faith isn’t in looking to the person on your right or left. We know from scripture in Philippians 1:6 that we all are daily being perfected to the image of Christ. What we neglect to see (because we are too busy comparing ourselves to each other) is that the way we are being perfected and the results will all look different. How the Holy Spirit brings about sanctification in my life will be different than yours.