May 19 2016

                                                     May 19 2016

       Thinking of the immense evil that is at back of women and girls viewing themselves as objects, their worth and value being dictated by their particular level of attractiveness, of their "usableness",  makes my stomach churn and tears come  to my eyes.

      The devil has no use for truth except to twist and pervert it.         
     Women beg and beg, "Am I enough? Am I enough?" And the devil and the world use this plea for their own purposes: buying and selling, selling and buying, twisting and perverting this cry of the soul into slavery, into pornography and anorexia, women throwing up in bathrooms, King's daughters made in the image of God trying desperately to be told they are finally enough;  and the Father watches his precious daughters crumble into the earth like so many sparrows.   
     The world has nothing for us; nothing. The movies are full of it, the fantasy and desperation of nothingness; magazines with their big, glossy lies and full-page ads of beautiful airbrushed women that still get lied to, still get cheated on, choking in the clutches of relentless, inescapable death. 

     There is no hope for us,  there is no hope for me as a woman except in the life, death and resurrection of Christ.                                                                     He is the only one that can fill our deepest longings, and answer our question with this: You are enough. I am enough. We were chosen by the Creator to reveal his glory, and he lived and died for us: for you and for me.

Adonai. My Lord.