I have been raised, thus far in my life, around those who believe in the church that women are to be solely regarded as childbearers, teachers, and that is where their worth lies. I am a mother, and as such I can say that it is a wonderful & excruciating experience, and that I cannot imagine that this is "all there is". I understand children are wonderful, but they are not the sole reason of my existence, and I would love to challenge the theocrat who dares to say so.

I was & am & will remain myself, even after my children have left the nest. They will begin new chapters in their lives, and then what? According to those who state that women are all about children all the time, apparently I would be obsessed & sad that they were gone. I know that I will always have a consciousness of my children. However, I will be happy as they move through each stage of life, and I will help to do my best to prepare them for that. Being a believer, I will do my best to raise them up with morals & leading them in the way of Christ, as best as I know how, to the best of my knowledge. However, if I were solely only about my family & children, why do I need a husband? Just to serve him?

Don't get me wrong, I love the man & it's fun to help him, but again, I beg to differ that it is my sole lot in life to pick up, clean up, cook, fold laundry for etc... this person for all of my days. If that were true, why did God make me with passions & talents & abilities that are used outside of these venues? I am a musician, an artist, and have a drive to help other women realize their beauty & worth in Christ. How can you raise up passionate human beings without realizing & utilizing the gifts which God has placed in your heart? How can you love someone with all that Christ has put in you if your heart is empty & unfulfilled?

Just mulling around in these areas, and on my social networking site, FB, I am encountering interesting responses. Some that are expected, and others, that are wonderfully surprising. more to follow.

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