Power to Women

Okay, I've been thinking a lot about womanhood lately. I have my reasons, but let me just say that being a woman for me has always been a confusing contradiction. My mom wasn't treated well by my dad, but we knew she was the boss in the family--confusing. I've always had this mixed up idea of gender issues. But over the years God has been training me personally what pleases Him and what doesn't. For instance. He likes it when I'm strong, and don't let fear control me, (I used to couldn't leave my house, now I fly all over the place--Go me!) but hates it when I boss Rusty around. :) Hmmm. Seems like a no brainer, but still not always easy to carry out. Rusty's a great guy with a lot of patience. He likes to tell me he lets me do anything I want but if he puts his foot down, I do tend to submit. Not sure what I'd do if he were a control freak, though. we'd likely fight all the time. Like I said, he's a really easy-going guy. I watch my seventeen year old daughter and just marvel at her confidence and her ability to say no. When I was her age I was such a chameleon. I took on the characteristics of whoever I was with. I'm so glad she's strong. But I pray that she has the ability to surrender too. She's the firstborn and the only girl in our family, so she's sort of used to being the big cheese. I suppose it remains to be seen. Oh well, I'm in a reflective kind of mood today. My mind is sort of going from topic to topic. Just got back from a three and a half mile walk. Sweaty. When I lose another twenty pounds I'm goign to start running again. I really want to run a marathon before I'm forty. Three more years. I figure if Oprah can do it so can I. OF course, by that thinking, if Oprah can have a hit talk show... Naw. Well, maybe. Naw. who needs it? Well, kids are split between Rusty's mom and my mom for the next couple of days, so I'm off to write a million and a half words. Do you believe me? Peace Out