Roles in life....

this is a tricky topic to talk about. many people have a hard time getting their point across or understanding the difference between the man and woman's role according to GOD's word... i believe it is because of the many negative associations we have today with this topic and issues that relate, such as feminist movement and women's rights and the media etc.... I like how this is worded, I hope you understand it like I do, how it is not about being a door mat, but rather a chain of command, ... all of you who are reading this have had a boss in your lives, and I am assuming NONE of you have felt demeaning or like you were less of a person for obeying someone else's instructions.... right....well mostly... and i know you get my point :) that we just have different roles, not who is worth more in this life but the whole, there can't be two rutters attached to the same ship (ie. family )..... that's all:

As a rule: being right, or having the best course of action, is not as important as the peace in the household that ensues from submitting to God’s way of doing things. Many women think that since women are to submit to their husbands, that this means men and women are not equal. The Bible says otherwise:

There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus. -Galatians 3:28

Therefore, it’s not about “equality,” it’s about roles. It is a way to solve disagreements, or avoid them in the first place. God created men and women differently, therefore,
they have different jobs to do in their lifetimes. Women are not the same as men, and when feminists try to obtain “equality,” what they are really doing, is trying to make women into men, by getting women to follow the man’s role, instead of the woman’s role. If the thought of submitting to your husband leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth, then stop to consider what you are making it all mean in your head; how are you interpreting it? Submitting to one’s husband is a God ordained blessing. Wives were created to be their husband’s help meets. Our husbands need us.

Cathedral

Lifes works CAN matter SO much, ... even when nobody sees what you are doing.. I found this one today and I thought it was soo great.... this is her story....




I've been wallowing in my small little problems. Rolling my eyes (and wiping tears from them) when yet another minor catastrophe bombards my day. I feel like nobody notices or cares quite enough about the woes of Ang's world, and so I talk about them all day long to be sure everyone is listening.

"Angela Marie Stump!"

"Yes, Lord?"

"I'm listening, and I'm not sure I like what I hear. You want recognition for each diaper you change and pity for your circumstances from a stranger? What about your eternal reward? Is my 'well done' not enough for you?"

Hmmm. Right. Needed a little perspective, didn't I. Well, I found it with the help of the Bible's promises, and a short story someone forwarded to me. I'm condensing it, but here's the part that got me:

The Invisible Woman by Nicole Johnson

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip! and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought this for you."

It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: "To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."

In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:

1. No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. 2. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. 3. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. 4. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it." And the workman replied, "Because God sees."

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, "You're gonna love it there."

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

Thank you, Lord for giving my soul a little food. I'm ready to shake the mood. I'm losing the 'tude. It's all good, dude.

You get the point.