I have met so many women with a deeply ingrained ability to love and love well. We were created to be caregivers to the ones who are entrusted daily into our care.
Like mother bears we are passionate about serving, protecting, and helping others.
We love deeply.
we hurt deeply.
Large families, infertility, death, divorce, illness, image issues, abusive churches, domestic violence, human trafficking, gendercide, abortion…
So many issues that we experience, feel, hurt, regret.
When women connect intimately, they have the capacity to transcend all boundaries of race, color, ethnicity, creed- even religion; and when the women share the same agape love of God through Christ Jesus, the possibilities of healing are endless.
Women are gifted for so many acts of service that are often overlooked in the church and community. Sometimes we feel ill equipped to do the very things that we are the most suited for.
This is the basis for my training and teaching women to respond to loss and trauma. From military families and vets, to tornado victims, and everything in between, the ability of women to minister to others with deep seated empathy is amazing. In today’s society where up to 95% of people will witness or suffer a traumatic event, women unleashed for service would to help hurting people is a powerful force for sharing the Good News.
In Genesis 2:18 were created to be “helpers” and without getting into a theological debate of the Hebrew behind this (saving that for another blog), suffice to say that the same Hebrew word used for helper suitable in Genesis is the same words that refer to God as our helper in many other passages.
We are powerful helpers to our husbands and to mankind in our capacity to love.
Mary was a perfect example of deep love, compassion, and human emotion.
Jesus loved her.
Anointing the feet of Jesus – wiping them with her hair – she would later go on to reveal very human disappointment when he delayed in coming to save her dying brother, Lazarus. She hesitated in running out to meet him and when she did she said, “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would have lived.”
In other words, “Lord, I have loved you so, couldn’t you return that love by saving my brother?”
Sometimes despite our love, the glory of God must be revealed.
And it hurts.
Jesus wept when Mary hurt.
Raised from the dead.
Lazarus lived again.
The glory of God revealed through deep pain and suffering.
Later, we again find Mary at the feet of Jesus.
But this time it is the foot of the cross.
Wearing our hearts on our sleeves, we reveal ourselves for all the world to see.
We want to be seen. We want to be known. We want to be accepted.
We want to be loved for who we really are. Without religious masks or Christian jargon, quick retorts of “I’m fine,” or hidden tears. We want to be connected to God and each other as it was in the beginning. Before the fall. Before the pain.
Before the humanity donned masks of shame and regret.
We want to reveal our true selves. Often we share our hearts too quickly, too often, and too openly, and it leaves our hearts battered, broken, torn, and burned.
And we, like Mary, go to the foot of the cross,
and reach for Jesus, revealing our tattered, broken, hearts to the the One who makes us whole.