Some women . . .
I’ve learned some of us like the feeling of being threatened. That you could disappear at any moment. At will. But at the same time, we revel in that look you give us that says no one—ever—has meant this much to you. That if your heart could belong to anyone, it would belong to us.
Keeps us from getting lazy, I think. Knowing you could say goodbye—hard as it would be to do. But you could do it. Makes us aware of our pettiness. And kinda locks us into a certain neediness that declares our femininity. Something we can fight but never defeat.
Father, you know the flaws in all of your people. Yet you love us. Each one. Thank you for that. You wait to rescue us from ourselves. We're all so needy. Desperate for you. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.