Exactly two years ago yesterday I wrote this post.
We’re over curly fonts and ‘how-to date’ seminars. We’re over the fact that men are sitting around talking about how the blood of Jesus will enable us to finish the race while we huddle in the room next door to talk about how to be a better wife or mom or how to be the kind of single who can snag a really great guy.
Look, I’m passionate about people being equipped for motherhood and singleness and all the struggles that each stage of life can bring. I’m passionate about the fact that women are different from men; intentionally and deliberately and gloriously different. But biblical womanhood is about so much more than a stage of life.
My heart is waking up because for the first time in a long time I look around and I don’t just see all the problems with the way ministry for women is being done. Instead, I see all the opportunities. I see the ways we are all waking up. I see all that God might have for our generation of women.
I cannot believe God’s timing. Check out the date on that thing! October 5th.
Today, October 6th, 2013, I’m a part of launching this.
Connect, equip, mobilize. These are not sexy words.
There are no fireworks when you click the link, and I doubt you’ll get chills if you visit that site.
But I do.
Because I know the months of prayers and the days of conversations that have gone into this thing.
I know the tears that have been shed by our leadership for the women in our body.
I know the faces we had in our mind as we repented over how we’ve done things badly, and we weighed the decisions in front of us.
I’ve watched the men and women behind this project die to self and hold everything with an open hand except the Scriptures.
Just this week, I sat in a room with an elder of our church and our leadership team and I listened as the elder laid out a reasonable case for one of the members of our team to give up the thing she is most passionate about.
And I watched as my dear friend and partner in the gospel took a back seat on her greatest passion because, (in her words) ‘we have to do whatever is best for these women and for our church.’
I’m honored to be a part of this.
My sinful flesh wishes there were actually fireworks. My flesh wishes you would read this and share it with all your friends because you can’t believe how exciting and new it is.
But my Spirit tells my flesh to shut-up. And my Spirit reminds me that we have not built the perfect ministry for women. We haven’t figured it all out. But we have – by the grace of God – been faithful.
And so I look expectantly for things far greater than fireworks.