Letters on Womanhood: Identity
As I stared transfixed at what I instantly understood to be a symbol for the Holy Trinity, I realized that long before I had even been aware of Him, I had unwittingly branded myself as His; I belong to God and He calls me beautiful.
I find myself overwhelmed by the many endeavors I want to pursue, the vastness of improvement that I can still make in so many areas of my life, and the restlessness of my longing in general to find lasting and satisfying happiness in my current walk of life.
At a young age, sporting soccer shorts and a mullet, all I cared about was climbing the next tree and wondering when the new issue of LEGO magazine would arrive at my door. I asked for hot wheels for Christmas and role-played as the boy character for all our childhood adventures. I looked around me, saw my friends and sisters and knew I didn’t fit the mold. My (little) heart ached and wondered, “why am I so different?”, “am I good?”
I had just clicked submit when I saw it: “Catohlic.” I felt like someone had slipped an ice cube down my back. I had misspelled the word Catholic on an application to a graduate program. Not just any graduate program, one to study theology.
If we are all called to be like Christ, that must mean we are also called to be vulnerable and not only that, but to be held by Mary.
We, as women, are dangerous to the kingdom of this world, the strongholds and principalities of the enemy.
“Near the end of the display, I became aware that the fireworks suddenly weren’t quite matching up with the popping sounds. I brushed it off at first, but as the finale came to a close, the popping sounds did not. It was as if everyone in the crowd realized at the same exact moment that the popping noise was, in fact, gunfire.”
“I would like to share with you, a story of hardship that started when I was a young child, and I have lived with my entire life. In fact, it is a struggle I am dealing with today. It is something I have come to embrace and accept. It's also a challenge and responsibility I have been given to help others who may face isolation, exclusion or loneliness. My hope is that it will inspire you not to give up during the toughest times in your life…”
Dear Sisters, vulnerability is something that has been on my heart and something I have struggled with for years, as I’m sure so many of you struggle with as well.
Dear Ladies, I’ve found the past four years since I graduated college have been a series of changes, moves, and career climbing.
In the third and final letter of our Cultivating Sisterhood letter series, writer Lo shares about how a transformative experience she had in one of the most beautiful places on earth lead her to the mission she's on today: to show women their beauty, worth and dignity in Christ