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Multi-Dimensional Woman


As women do you ever want to say to those people around you...this part of my life is NOT all I do or all I'm about?

While at work I'm thinking of my blogging community, my church, my group, my home "stuff" that needs done and always about my boys and husband and family.  

Yesterday, I carried the "larger community" in my heart with the tragedy in the elementary school.

While at home doing my "to do" list, I am also thinking about work and church and....

Women are multidimensional and textured.  God gave us the unique strength of being able to "be in two places at once" so to speak.  To carry our children and our family close to our heart and mind as we go along the way.

I think about Biblical culture and how God commanded us as parents to teach about Him as they walk and talk and when we get up and when we lie down.  

Women in those days ran the family, the home business, took care of the extended family, hosted the local church and was the first responder.  

They didn't walk from one sphere of their lives into the other; changing clothes and titles as they went from one to another.  

They were all integrated as Called Women.   They lived as whole hearted ladies.  

That is what we are called to be.  

We cannot separate the parts of who we are into neat little packages to be left in various areas of our lives.  This only leaves us fragmented and exhausted and torn.

So how do we live as called women with healthy boundaries and integrated lives?

 

 



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