Sunday, April 12, 2020

God Comes to Women

I wrote this as an Instagram/Facebook post for Easter and it has gone viral in the past several days. I figured I better put it some place more official so that I can keep track of it and keep credit for it before it gets lost on the internet! 



Have you ever noticed how in the scriptures men are always going up into the mountains to commune with god? Yet in the scriptures we hardly ever hear of women going to the mountains, and we know why—right? Because the women were too busy keeping life going; they couldn’t abandon babies, meals, homes, fires, gardens, and a thousand responsibilities to make the climb into the mountains!
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I was complaining about this to a friend the other day, saying that even as a modern woman I feel like I’m never “free” enough from my responsibilities, never in a quiet enough, or holy enough spot to have the type of communion I want with God. Her response floored me, “That is why God comes to women. Men have to climb the mountain to meet God, but God comes to women where ever they are.”
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I have been pondering on her words for weeks and have searched my scriptures to see that what she said is true. God does in deed come to women where they are, when they are doing their ordinary, everyday work. He meets them at the wells where they draw water for their families, in their homes, in their kitchens, in their gardens. He comes to them as they sit beside sickbeds, as they give birth, care for the elderly, and perform necessary mourning and burial rites.
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Even the women at the empty tomb, who were the first to witness Christ’s resurrection, were only there because they were doing the womanly chore of properly preparing Christ’s body for burial. In this seemingly mundane and ordinary task these women found themselves face to face with divinity.
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So if— like me—you ever start to bemoan the fact that you don’t have as much time to spend in the mountains with God as you would like. Remember, God comes to women. He knows where we are and the burdens we carry. He sees us, and if we open our eyes and our hearts we will see Him, even in the most ordinary places and in the most ordinary things.
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Happy Easter!
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He lives.
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5 comments:

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  2. Thank you for posting! I have missed reading your posts. I know you have moved over to instagram and I follow you there as well, I just don't check it that often, so I miss a lot. I so appreciated this post. This has totally been my life lately. I feel like my husband has time to read his scriptures, ponder and have quiet moments while I feel like I can't even pee without interruption, let alone pray or ponder. But I like the idea that Christ comes to me, in my mess, and the chaos. Thank you for the reminder. xo

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  3. This is so beautiful Heather! I received it in a text from a friend. It didn’t say who wrote it! Did a little research and was lead right here! Brilliant! Thank you!

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  4. I loved your post. Did you have resources you used?

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  5. As a feminist I love this post and your blog!! Amazing work, thanks for sharing! 💜

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