Thursday, January 28, 2016

the intrinsic superpower of womanhood

JMJ
AMDG

Women can get a lot of hate.

It’s shown in the way that every guy has that sappy falsetto he slips into whenever he's talking about something a girl said. It’s shown in the way that my dad gets laughs and comments whenever he mentions that he has four daughters. It’s the way that girls are laughed at for wanting to be pretty, wanting to be loved, wanting to change the world. It's shown in the way that people swing to extremes when talking about women--have ten kids if you want to be a good person! have a great career and be a CEO if  you want to have a good life!

Excuse me, have you ever actually met a woman?

Women are so much more than this.

It was a girl, who, when my world was falling apart around me, befriended me and showed me that life was good. It was a girl who taught me to love Mary as a person and not just as an idea. It has been girls who've taught me what it is that femininity looks like. It’s been girls who've given me a definite idea of who exactly it is I want to be.

There have been women of all ages and walks of life. There have been a lot of deep discussions and small groups and laughter and tears. There have been a lot of hugs hello and goodbye, and while girls can be nasty and snide and mean as all get out, there aren't many people who will hold you as tightly as your girlfriends will.

Cause here's the thing: women are insanely good at loving.


Some women show it more than others. Some women will be the ooey-gooey-lovey-squishy kind of women, and that's okay.
And some women hate wearing skirts and love video games and other stereotypical manly things, and that's okay too, because the thing is, women, when living for God, have a natural gift of loving other people.

Mothers are the best when it comes to loving, and all women are called to be mothers.
Some women will bear children from their body. Some won't. Some will someday but haven't yet. All women, though, bear a natural calling to motherhood.

You may find your children in the soul that you carry inside you for nine months. You may feed them smashed-up peas and other dubious soft goo. You may have to refuse to let them wear the ballerina tutu out of the house. You may have to refuse to let them wear that shirt out of the house. Your husband may walk them down the aisle at their weddings.


"The world does not need what women have.
It needs what women are."
--Saint Edith Stein
(Teresa Benedicta of the Cross)
Or you might find them in the girl who’s three years younger than you, the one who doesn't smile very often and looks a little terrified to do so. You may find them in kids you are paid to care for. You may find them in your siblings or cousins or someone else's siblings or cousins. You may find them in people your own age or people older or people younger.
Motherhood is not a choice. It is a treasure, and it is up to you to find where it lies.

It is written in the way our bodies are softer and smaller than men, made for holding tight to someone who's drifting or wide awake at one am or simply tired of living.

It is written in the way that women are more expressive about the little things; the way women lean forward when they're talking to one another. It is written in the way that we are so much quicker to touch, to embrace, to fall in love with someone whether they love us back or not. It is written in our desire to be beautiful--to make our very bodies echo the love that lies inside.

Note--beautiful can mean Audrey Hepburn or it can mean sparkly princess or it can mean jeans and converse or some of all of them, just like loving can mean screaming or whispering or laughing at night when everyone else is asleep.


My sisters, you hold such greatness inside you, and you are beautiful.

I’m not saying every girl is perfect. None of them are. I’m not saying every girl is a saint.
But every girl has the potential to be.

Dear heart, if you are reading this, you are worth it. You are worth Jesus dying for you and so you are worth it.

You have the power within you to go out and be a doctor or a mother or both. You can be an artist or a scientist or a writer or you can work at McDonalds and you will still be worth it.

Dear heart, you are far more beautiful than you know.

And those nights you've stayed up wondering if anyone would ever love you? It’s okay, He does.


Those days you've stared at college applications or job applications and wondered if you'd ever make it? It's okay. Cast all your cares on Him because He cares for you. (1 Peter 5:6-7)

Dear heart, you are beautiful and you are loved beyond all imagining and I don't care what you've done in the past, because He is standing before you with open arms, ready to forgive.

Dear heart, you can be a saint. In fact, you're meant to be.

And yes, I know how mean women can be. I’ve been on the receiving end of that before, and if you're reading this and wondering how I can tell that girl who's a b****h to you that she's beautiful, it's because she is. It’s because she, without a doubt, is loved by God, and that makes her worth something. And I know she might have cut you deep. I know it's hard to forgive. I know that it might take a long time.

But dear heart, being beautiful doesn't mean you can't be broken, too. Both you and she are both beautiful. Learn to live that and learn to see that in her.

If you are a woman, than that means you have the power to take on the world.

Go, and love with everything you are. The rest will come.

I’m praying for you.

Monday, January 25, 2016

in the beginning...

Hello, world.

This blog is starting for a lot of reasons, and they're all tangled up in one another.

God gave me the gift of writing, or at least, I'd like to think that He gave me that gift, so this is a response to that, a returning of that gift to Him.

This is meant to be a blog about life and love and Jesus and since talking about all those things get really complicated and messy and tangential, this will also most likely be a blog about Star Wars and cheesecake and red roses and how much I hate being cold.

This is meant to be a blog about feminism and what I think about friendship and marriage and family and since all those things get really complicated and messy and tangential, this will also most likely be a blog about Tolkien and fairy lights and music and literature.

I am a mess, sometimes. Most times, in fact. But the thing is, I'm His mess, and so that's okay.

This is maybe more of a journal than anything else, but I'm going to put it here so that maybe someone else can find themselves in my words.

So hi. I'm Kate. I'm seventeen. I'm Catholic. I'm a feminist. I'm a missionary because of Matthew 28:19 and also, I'll be serving with NET Ministries this coming year. I like singing and books and sunsets and geeking out over Bible stories. Comment, stalk me silently, whatever. I don't care. But if you wouldn't mind praying for me, that'd be great.

Is that a good introduction?

idk.

peace out and God bless
~Kate Therese