Post by pelicanguy on Feb 13, 2007 15:37:52 GMT -5
This was written by one of my female friends. Check it out.
I think that everyone can relate to the following....
I often tell my girls that they are worth all the rubies in the world. That they are specifically fashioned with a heart meant for more. That they ought to be cherished in the sight of a man.
And I mean it.
I watch women toss their tenderness around like it was a cloth from the counter. Laundered and stained and bleached to the bone. Used to care for all the wrong things. Eventually discarded or stored under the sink. It starts to smell when it's treated it that way.
There ought to be something significant about the heart that is a woman.
In our eyes and our smiles. In the way we can walk our legs around a room. In the thrust of our hips and the tilt of our head and the laugh that invites conversation.
But women will flaunt what they should flatter and they will spill out what should be sprinkled. They can dilute and diminish everything from their bodies to the back of their minds. Sometimes…
The invitation becomes aggression and the interest becomes the prey and next thing you know, a hunt has turned to kill before the landscape has even been scanned.
So,
I don't dole out friendly flirtations. And I don't dance for a dollar with men.
I don't line up against the wall hoping someone will be more selective.
I don't line up against the wall at all.
I tell my girls while some shop the malls, they should be the boutique.
Not as easy to find, but conveniently located for those who are interested.
I remind them that we give away things so easily these days. And we think there is no cost. But there is always a cost. The difference is, now there is no worth in what's been spent.
So I don't spend.
I save.
I save the interest and intimacy for a better return on the investment.
But not all women do.
So I tell my girls they are more precious than diamonds. That they deserve to be mined and refined. That blood, sweat, and tears will be the mark of a man on a mission. Because women are worth far more than the rocks on the ground, kicked to the curb by the traveling man.
Because we're all on a journey to somewhere.
Unless we're waiting instead for a better road trip. With adventure full of wonder and intrigue. Unexpected detours and barricades ahead. Left turns and right turns and off the beaten path kind of living. Less traveled isn't such a smooth ride, but at least you know you won't hit any traffic along the way.
I tell them they should never once ever compete for the eye of a man. That the scan should stop on them. Unless all they want is someone who's looking, instead of one who knows what he's found.
It's a hard message to send. For it counters our culture.
Where women forget....
If you're engaging someone and they're distracted by another, you aren't really engaging them at all. (Selah.......)
I've seen many of my girls go on to meet marriage. I've held hands and fixed garters and cried a river of respect for the honorable mates they chose. And I have been proud of them.
I've known women who've waited all their lives, and still haven't tasted the skin of a man. They know something so many don't. And they'll get something so many others won't. Anticipation is foreplay's best friend.
Women are wise to learn something from them.
It is easy to be lonely on a Saturday night. It is harder to be happy you're not wasting your time. Regardless of what some might say.
It is no less a risk, and no sheltered life to believe as woman you are worthy of wife. Every single step of the way.
I tell the women I speak to that they are fascinating. And that they can be confident enough to want nothing less than to fascinate. Anything short of that is sheer entertainment...and women are built for better things than a distraction in the day. We are fashioned for the foreground.
I'm called rigid and difficult and bound by the rules. I'm told I'm frightened and scared and borderline fool. But I don't care.
I don't care if I don't flex to the whims of a world or come undone by the chaos in a game. If I fear my God, which I do, He'll give me wisdom.
And I tell my girls the same.
That I am proud of the fortress.
Because
There is no wall so thick that God cannot get through...and if there is a man in this world that He has for you... you won't stand a chance anyway...
so build.
Lay a foundation, stack a few bricks.
With full confidence you deserve your heart to matter.
You might want to let it walk around outside your body for a while, knowing that could mean a Band-Aid later. But you wouldn't ever hand it to a man yielding a knife. Somewhere, between the extremes, you'll find your line.
But draw a line.
Because without one, you are a ball of string.
And you are far more precious than that.
"A way to a woman's heart is not sheer determination and persistence, but rather pursuit. That is...determining and being persistent in the way to that woman's heart." --Elizabeth Grattan
Proverbs 31:30 Charm and grace are deceptive, and beauty is vain {because it is not lasting}, but a woman who reverently and worshipfully fears the Lord, she shall be praised!
I think that everyone can relate to the following....
I often tell my girls that they are worth all the rubies in the world. That they are specifically fashioned with a heart meant for more. That they ought to be cherished in the sight of a man.
And I mean it.
I watch women toss their tenderness around like it was a cloth from the counter. Laundered and stained and bleached to the bone. Used to care for all the wrong things. Eventually discarded or stored under the sink. It starts to smell when it's treated it that way.
There ought to be something significant about the heart that is a woman.
In our eyes and our smiles. In the way we can walk our legs around a room. In the thrust of our hips and the tilt of our head and the laugh that invites conversation.
But women will flaunt what they should flatter and they will spill out what should be sprinkled. They can dilute and diminish everything from their bodies to the back of their minds. Sometimes…
The invitation becomes aggression and the interest becomes the prey and next thing you know, a hunt has turned to kill before the landscape has even been scanned.
So,
I don't dole out friendly flirtations. And I don't dance for a dollar with men.
I don't line up against the wall hoping someone will be more selective.
I don't line up against the wall at all.
I tell my girls while some shop the malls, they should be the boutique.
Not as easy to find, but conveniently located for those who are interested.
I remind them that we give away things so easily these days. And we think there is no cost. But there is always a cost. The difference is, now there is no worth in what's been spent.
So I don't spend.
I save.
I save the interest and intimacy for a better return on the investment.
But not all women do.
So I tell my girls they are more precious than diamonds. That they deserve to be mined and refined. That blood, sweat, and tears will be the mark of a man on a mission. Because women are worth far more than the rocks on the ground, kicked to the curb by the traveling man.
Because we're all on a journey to somewhere.
Unless we're waiting instead for a better road trip. With adventure full of wonder and intrigue. Unexpected detours and barricades ahead. Left turns and right turns and off the beaten path kind of living. Less traveled isn't such a smooth ride, but at least you know you won't hit any traffic along the way.
I tell them they should never once ever compete for the eye of a man. That the scan should stop on them. Unless all they want is someone who's looking, instead of one who knows what he's found.
It's a hard message to send. For it counters our culture.
Where women forget....
If you're engaging someone and they're distracted by another, you aren't really engaging them at all. (Selah.......)
I've seen many of my girls go on to meet marriage. I've held hands and fixed garters and cried a river of respect for the honorable mates they chose. And I have been proud of them.
I've known women who've waited all their lives, and still haven't tasted the skin of a man. They know something so many don't. And they'll get something so many others won't. Anticipation is foreplay's best friend.
Women are wise to learn something from them.
It is easy to be lonely on a Saturday night. It is harder to be happy you're not wasting your time. Regardless of what some might say.
It is no less a risk, and no sheltered life to believe as woman you are worthy of wife. Every single step of the way.
I tell the women I speak to that they are fascinating. And that they can be confident enough to want nothing less than to fascinate. Anything short of that is sheer entertainment...and women are built for better things than a distraction in the day. We are fashioned for the foreground.
I'm called rigid and difficult and bound by the rules. I'm told I'm frightened and scared and borderline fool. But I don't care.
I don't care if I don't flex to the whims of a world or come undone by the chaos in a game. If I fear my God, which I do, He'll give me wisdom.
And I tell my girls the same.
That I am proud of the fortress.
Because
There is no wall so thick that God cannot get through...and if there is a man in this world that He has for you... you won't stand a chance anyway...
so build.
Lay a foundation, stack a few bricks.
With full confidence you deserve your heart to matter.
You might want to let it walk around outside your body for a while, knowing that could mean a Band-Aid later. But you wouldn't ever hand it to a man yielding a knife. Somewhere, between the extremes, you'll find your line.
But draw a line.
Because without one, you are a ball of string.
And you are far more precious than that.
"A way to a woman's heart is not sheer determination and persistence, but rather pursuit. That is...determining and being persistent in the way to that woman's heart." --Elizabeth Grattan
Proverbs 31:30 Charm and grace are deceptive, and beauty is vain {because it is not lasting}, but a woman who reverently and worshipfully fears the Lord, she shall be praised!