(via shannonicole)
Sometimes, "Being A Woman" Makes Me Tired
The past few months I have been branching out online, reading blogs and posts and sites that are a little outside the typical, comfortable easy space for me. It has been really enlightening to hear views from women I respect and admire about feminism, submission, marriage, oppression, and the Proverbs 31 woman. Many of these posts and voices are in completely disagreement with each other, which is great for making me think.
At first, I was taking in all these new ideas, mulling them over and letting them sort of steep in my head. I felt excited and energized and like I had so many things to think about, places I needed to grow.
But now I just feel tired.
I’m truly happy that I’m not the only one who feels this sort of pressure as a woman of God.
In the mornin’.
"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living."
— Jonanthan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.
(Source: maxandrewdubinsky)
“If people don’t start paying closer attention, we’re going to be living in a corporate fascist state in no time. We’re paying $3.50 for a cup of coffee. You know how much a POUND of coffee beans costs? $3.50. But nobody knows that. Cause nobody’s paying attention.”
Not sure which I love more. The fact that he is spot-on about our generation or how wonderful he wears that hat and sweater.
It’s makes my heart jump knowing that there are people in this world who love people and people who love to be heard.
I stumbled upon this tumblr page a few months ago and every time I scroll through my feed I get excited when I see yet another post that leaves me either grabbing my sides or with a heavy heart.
It’s worth a follow.
"Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable, if anything is excellent or praiseworthy, think about such things."
— Philippians 4:8
I won’t sleep tonight.
I won’t sleep tonight…
It could be because of the four cups of coffee that should have been cut off to two, or at least have been decaf. Or maybe it’s because I still have unfinished papers to write. But mainly it’s because I’m juggling things that I am not made to juggle. I’ve never had good hand-eye coordination and I’ve always been extremely clumsy. I’m trying to juggle things as good as I can, but as always, I miss calculate and end up dropping everything and falling short in every aspect of my life.
This Lenten season has truly made me known to the holes in my walk with God and my lack of spiritual self-discipline. Social media and school work was put before prayer time. Eating one meal a day for fasting sometimes became two, then three, and then ice cream to top off the day… Thankfully, God is gracious and forgiving and I can always find my way back to His path whenever I stray.
Tonight, no matter how many times I twist and turn and curl up into a ball, I won’t sleep. I’ll just stare into the dark corners of my room, wishing it was morning. Counting sheep won’t work and neither will John Mayer’s soft voice in the background. I’m quite certain not even John Mayer’s song, Clarity, can actually give me clarity. All I’ll think about is the terrible juggling I’ve done and pray for steadier hands.
Writers in their prime.
(Source: djalexedge)
