Girl Fight.
Thanks to my youngest brother who takes after my nocturnal habits, he linked me to some ‘girl fights.’ Now, I sadly credit R3B3CKA and MARiS for finally moving me to write.
I apologize now for the upcoming bad jokes if there are any. I tend to come up with even more ridiculous analogies when kind of angered.
Clap, clap, you can punch another girl. Clap, clap, you can wrestle. So can I, but you don’t see me all up in MARiS’ face proving that. You and I both know that in every woman’s heart, we know that these are things we don’t ever desire to do. We live in a dog-eat-dog world, and each time we participate in that, we reduce ourselves to these animalistic beings trying to merely survive. Beings who reduce the risk of getting hurt at whatever cost. Beings who will end up at the top unscathed — with the least wounds and heartbreaks. We are always on the defensive.
But it’s funny because they say that a good defense is the best offense. How true is that when each time, especially as women, we refuse to be the bearers of compassion, vulnerability, kindness, and love in this world? How true is that when instead we’d rather punch R3B3CKA’s head than braid her hair?! We hurt instead of heal.
Believe me though, I absolutely understand why you would raise up the security of your heart after being hurt. I’d rather fight than have someone always fight me. I’d rather be the dumper than the dumpee. I’d rather be the one waited on than the one to wait. I’d rather be the one to inflict the pain the be the one who’s hurt. I’m sure that I’m not the only one who is moved to tears simply because someone else close to your heart is broken. As women, we naturally embrace one another’s burden, one another’s soul. As people, really. But pride becomes the keeper of our hearts when we choose to be the cold-hearted person over the vulnerable and endlessly compassionate human being we were all created to be.
We have to be honest with what our hearts truly long for. According to John Eldredge, the author of Wild at Heart (must-read), in order to look at the purpose of a creation, we must look at its design. Our “desires reveal design and design reveal destiny.” Yes, our hearts can be fickle. But with real, honest assessment of it, I can bet you that you’ll find peace with the true, selfless desires of your beating heart.
I firmly believe in the Beauty that all women are called to be. After many years of thinking that those women who constantly put their hearts out on the line for people they love to be broken, trampled on were insane, I actually find them as noble, divinely beautiful, and heroic today. We bear the side of our Maker who is tender-hearted, loving, forgiving, vulnerable, and selfless — willing to go through anything for his love for us just so he can give us life.
Sister, you really want to be a warrior? Fight with your heart on the line. Fight like a girl. You risk humiliation, persecution, heart ache, and even rejection. Punches? Weak. Try loving someone with all of you are and not be loved in return. Think of women like St. Monica whose husband neglected her and didn’t treat her as a husband should his wife. Your mom. Your sister. You. That’s where our strength lies — we continue to give of ourselves even when we feel others continue to recklessly take us for granted.
As women, we’re actually pretty simple, we long to belong, we long to be an Eve to an Adam, we long to be mothers of a future world, we long to be the no. 1 priority for Adam, we long for Adam to fight for us, rescue us, and be his sidekick in his future adventures. However, because we know just how fragile our hearts can be, we become less of ourselves by not desiring those things because we’re afraid. We harden up our hearts. We become someone completely opposite of that Beauty. We become empty and often lost not knowing what to do with our hearts… and worst of all, forgetting just how worthy God makes us to be.
While men have been created to be the hunters, the protectors, the wild ones — we have our own unique hearts, too… our hearts that are so fragile, but are so taken care of.
Because I am a woman, I am able to share in my Lord’s suffering. In his own experience of humiliation, persecution, and rejection from us. I am able to share in his long night vigils of waiting for us to turn to him. I am able to share in his suffering of not being made no. 1, not being fought for. When we realize why we experience pain the way we do from this world, we’ll realize the beauty of it all. The worth of going through so much. Then, we’ll realize our own worth, the price Christ paid to keep our Beauties from being marred by sin forever. Because we are women, we bear Christ’s image, His Passion, and most of all his crown. We are princesses.
The only thing we should be fighting for is the fight within ourselves that try to tell us otherwise.
With all the royal love,
Princess C.
ive always loved this post :) yesterday reminded me of it, haha. love you ate camillle! <3
