I subscribe to a limited number of blogs.
When I’m scrolling through my emails in the morning, I don’t always read the ones I subscribed to, and if I delete them two days in a row, I unsubscribe since the content wasn’t worth the thirty seconds it would have taken to read.
I think I’m down to four blogs.
This morning, a statement hit me hard:
[callout]”As women, none of us ever really sees each other, do we? We’re always looking at ourselves through each other’s eyes.”[/callout]
The rest of the paragraph was just as profound, but I didn’t want to take away from her article. In fact, it hit me so hard I stopped reading and started writing this. It was as if time stopped and I could do nothing but share it with you.
So instead of the post I had for today, I urge you to read this woman’s post.
The title is “Why I Hide Behind My Kids at Church.” Since I have kids, and I’m a youth minister’s wife, I read it. But it has far less to do with kids and more about our identities as women.
Please read it. I’m going to go finish it now.