It never ceases to amaze me that when a group of women comes together, how quickly the “B” factor comes to light. Some might think I am talking about the bratty situations that remind us of the relations between junior high girls clawing their way to the top of the female Queen of the Hill status. Nothing is fair in that piranha pool of hormones and insecurity.
Let’s see the hands: who wants to go back to decorated lockers with nasty anonymous notes falling out of them? Just as I figured. Not a single hand.
Thankfully, that is definitely not what I am talking about. Instead, nothing touches my heart like when women let their hair down and are real. They are living lives that are not the daydream creations they cooked up as they zoned out in 7th grade English class. The mini-skirt clad princesses had it all figured out. Sadly, life hasn’t been that fairy tale by a long shot. Instead, at times they’ve been beat up in roller derby fashion and felt far from being queens of anything.
Show of hands of who I am talking about. Yep, as I figured-everyone!
As I sit with these gals, some one-on-one and some in a small group, I am overwhelmed. They may have been bruised, but they are far from being destroyed. In Isaiah 42:3 it says “A bruised reed, he will not break and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out. In faithfulness he will bring justice.” I know there are times they believed they would be consumed, but instead they are being molded and shaped. “I, the Lord, have called you in righteousness; I will take hold of your hand.” (42:6). They have been promised that the Prince will come to the rescue.
This is when the “B” factor kicks in. They are some of the bravest people I know. As trust is built, they uncover their bruises and allow The Light begin a healing process. In the sharing of the hurts, they give confidence to others to trust God and not the circumstance that is raging around them. Clinging to the Word, lifting each other in prayer, the mixing of a tear or two as prayers go up, they are some of the fiercest warriors in the universe. The beauty of it is they are so humble, that their focus isn’t that they look stunning in the Wonder Woman crown with matching lasso and boots. The glory goes to God through the floods, fires, health issues, pesky husbands, kids that are running with life’s scissors, aging parents, mama-bear moments, financial freak-outs, hot flashes, a very empty nest, the confusion of not knowing what to do at times, and a mountain of other possibly of crushing issues. Regardless they spread Christ’s fragrance wherever they go as their stories, gratitude, joy, passion and hope are misted on those around them.
“I prayed my way through all the studying, because this brain doesn’t work like it used to. I couldn’t do it without Him!”
“What she talked about tonight hit me exactly where I needed it. God knew! He knew!”
And the list goes on as the another ‘B’ factor presents itself. They know they are blessed.
And so are we by just being around them.
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