Happy Birthday to this life changer! We are beyond blessed with how she's changed our lives-- and many others!
(We're not sure which one of these little butterflies had the most fun?)
(Or was it mom preparing the party?)
We love our life!
Sunday, September 25, 2016
loving life
Sometimes life doesn't turn out how you expect it to, sometimes it's so much better!!
Happy Birthday to this life changer! We are beyond blessed with how she's changed our lives-- and many others!
Happy Birthday to this life changer! We are beyond blessed with how she's changed our lives-- and many others!
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
Destruction of a woman's soul
A new heaviness has leeched itself on my back recently. One that I've known about here from the beginning, but lately I'm wearing the weight of it. Purely out of empathy. "It's what they do here" we say, but as I stare into the eyes of women I'm getting to know, I feel for them. My heart breaks and I imagine.
This is the destruction of a woman's soul.
Polygamy.
Imagine being a young woman born into extreme poverty, maybe you lose a parent or two, death and disease is all around you. All you do is work to have food in your tummy, to make a few cents and then, willing or not, you might be married off. Could be young-- 12 or 13 years young, as soon as you "become a woman". And then, to make it worse, maybe you're not the 1st wife of the man chosen for you. Maybe he's a few years older than you, maybe the gap's 25 years! Maybe you're the first wife but when you don't fall pregnant quick enough, he takes another to speed things along. Could be he takes yet another. And then to pour salt in your wound, you're forced to work along side these very women you share a man with. The one who's meant to be yours. If there's love there or not, I wouldn't even know. It's definitely not written on their faces, not the woman's.
No one would pinpoint it. No one identifies it. But I think I know-- that emptiness, that pain that bleeds from their pours, is a direct result of the
destruction of a woman's soul.
My heart weeps. The Lord's hurts more. "It's what they do here."
I don't care. It's not okay and who is helping the woman whose soul has been destroyed because no one comes home and says, "Hi Love, how was your day?" Who knows what it's like to be held by their soulmate? the one who teaches that you're cherished, beyond any other.
My only hope....may they find Jesus and learn the love that they well deserve.
They may never be loved as they ought to be on earth but oh, how I pray, one day they know what love is.
I don't accept "It's what they do here."
Your soul was meant for so much more dear, Precious Ones, I'm sorry.
This is the destruction of a woman's soul.
Polygamy.
Imagine being a young woman born into extreme poverty, maybe you lose a parent or two, death and disease is all around you. All you do is work to have food in your tummy, to make a few cents and then, willing or not, you might be married off. Could be young-- 12 or 13 years young, as soon as you "become a woman". And then, to make it worse, maybe you're not the 1st wife of the man chosen for you. Maybe he's a few years older than you, maybe the gap's 25 years! Maybe you're the first wife but when you don't fall pregnant quick enough, he takes another to speed things along. Could be he takes yet another. And then to pour salt in your wound, you're forced to work along side these very women you share a man with. The one who's meant to be yours. If there's love there or not, I wouldn't even know. It's definitely not written on their faces, not the woman's.
No one would pinpoint it. No one identifies it. But I think I know-- that emptiness, that pain that bleeds from their pours, is a direct result of the
destruction of a woman's soul.
My heart weeps. The Lord's hurts more. "It's what they do here."
I don't care. It's not okay and who is helping the woman whose soul has been destroyed because no one comes home and says, "Hi Love, how was your day?" Who knows what it's like to be held by their soulmate? the one who teaches that you're cherished, beyond any other.
My only hope....may they find Jesus and learn the love that they well deserve.
They may never be loved as they ought to be on earth but oh, how I pray, one day they know what love is.
I don't accept "It's what they do here."
Your soul was meant for so much more dear, Precious Ones, I'm sorry.
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