Oh, dear child, that you would choose life.
Not the weak breath that comes by fear or shame or muddled purpose or fence-straddled faith or the disappointed sigh of empty promises.
I’m calling you to embrace the life of the sword.
Sharper than any double-edged weapon, it is most fully lived by one single word:
The delight that dawns as rising sun in your eyes?
The joy that leaps in your heart full of honey?
The wonder that arrests your lungs?
The grit that fuels your hands and feet?
The focus that bites your lip and narrows your gaze?
The days of your growing and trying and learning and crying and praising?
This is most often kept as treasure by one single word:
It declares a willingness to hate evil and loathe sin.
It embraces a courage to be contrary.
It calls loudly for wisdom and her safe table.
Wear a steel heart and a renewed mind.
Be unashamedly honest; speak most often this one single word.
Then and now, allow me the glory to mark your brow with my crown and its fierce life that never.ever wears out.
“For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.”
“Therefore, get rid of all filth and the evil that is so prevalent and humbly accept the word planted in you, which can save you.”
“Folly is an unruly woman…She sits at the door of her house, on a seat at the highest point of the city, calling out to those who pass by, ‘Stolen water is sweet; food eaten in secret is delicious!’ But little do they know that the dead are there, that her guests are deep in the realm of the dead.”
(In case this post seems to you to advocate for bigotry or hard-heartedness or a “stiff upper lip”, as some might say, or that this life is possible without heartache, please read the one gift for which I believe a woman must never apologize here.)