Recently, I saw a meme traveling on Facebook that was a little spicy. It said something like, “When I think of a biblical woman, I think of someone who could put a tent peg through someone’s head if needed.” That is one way to think about a biblical woman – albeit not the way I have typically heard one described. I thought about how the narratives we read, hear and see influence who we think we should be. Groups create and reinforce narratives that perpetuate shame, pride, a sense of worth, and a whole lot more.
Today I am a wife, mom, and minister. I love how God has used people along my journey to help me become the woman I am today. I want to share with you a little history of my life and highlight two amazing women that God used to help shape my life.
Growing up was difficult emotionally at times. My mother had sickle cell disease. This caused her to be chronically low in oxygen damaging nerves and organs. She was in and out of the hospital regularly. Whatever time I had with her when she was not in pain I cherished. My sister, being 9 years older, was already into her teen years by the time I went into elementary school. My father worked 2nd shift from 4pm to midnight. Even though I had family I often felt alone while at home.
We all know that representation matters. As a wife, mom, creative, and nonprofit leader, I have often felt kinship with the impetuousness of Peter, been comforted by David’s psalms, and learned from the words of Jesus himself. However, there is something special that happens when I see myself in the Biblical narrative. In Scripture, when a woman shows astonishing bravery and faith, leadership and joy, I am affirmed in my own shape and roles.