what a woman

Within every woman lies an ingrained desire to be treated like a princess, to be deemed like a queen. At times, that desire may be well-hidden by a facade of fortitude, courage, and confidence. At times, that desire may be pushed so deep when she is forced to constantly defend herself from the pain of being used and treated like a slave. Nevertheless, though the woman was created by her Maker as the “helpmeet” of man, still He made her with Royalty, in His image and likeness. Designed to serve and yet made with a heart that is originally tender, she is always seeking for ways to express pure love. And although she was conceived to be the equal help of man, she is nonetheless, a princess, worthy of respect, love and appreciation.

Pain and hurt create a feminist out of a woman. Man’s abuse has driven her to seek equal power, not so much to live as carefree as men, but moreso, to have the power to reciprocate the hurt in such equal intensity as she has received. Neglect and rejection drove the woman to fight for her rights to spend her time as she pleases (get a man’s career position and go party til the wee hours of morning) even if it means, neglecting her own husband — just so he can feel what she feels. And yet while doing so, she hurts even more…

After all, within her hardened heart still lies a burning desire TO LOVE. She may deny it with all the rage she can muster. She may fight it with all the strength she can find. In the end, what hurts more is the pain of knowing that in spite of all the resentment and bitterness, she still does love him, even when he has hurt her badly. She has forgotten she is a princess. She has forgotten she is special. She has forgotten that she is, above all, LOVED. Created out of love, created to love, created to be loved. SHE IS WOMAN.

For some women, stubbornness has become her friend, who she thinks can defend her all the days of her life. Ahhh but woman, you were not born to be on the defensive mode your lifetime. For she who lives in defense, forgets to love. And to love, is what woman was made for.

So what is the path to Eve’s freedom?

It is the path to the Cross. For upon that ultimate sacrifice, the King of Kings opened the way for healing to take place upon a woman’s bound and hardened heart. The difficulty of forgiveness that is almost impossible has been made possible by that paramount display of LOVE. After all, He died so the princess can once again live. He died, so the princess can once again REMEMBER…and not just through a vague memory of childhood’s innocence…but once again, REMEMBER AFRESH in the heart, what it means to be a woman.

Let Perfect Love break your hardened heart, o woman. Let Perfect Love aid you in forgiving and releasing. And this Perfect Love does have a name. It is spelled as J-E-S-U-S.

May today be the day of liberty for every woman reading this.

The most precious things in life are very fragile. Handle with much care, Men.

*This post is dedicated to all women out there, married or single, who may be living in forced pretense, trying to hide the filthy hurts and rejection inside by an ever-ready smile or a mask of I-can-do-anything. I have been there. Pretending doesn’t get the pain out, nor will time heal the wounds — not when you’ve been pretending the whole time. So, chill out, open your hardened heart, and let Jesus love on you.