It has not been such a great week for me in the realm of girl power. I’ve stuck my foot in my mouth, I’ve had a short fuse, and even though I know better than to lean my ladder on anyone, I lost focus and was severely disappointed.
I have this informal playlist… maybe you do too? … of girl power anthems. I’m way behind the times on music, so most of the things are old. I get my new tunes by watching TV or downloading the free songs from Starbucks. Er, anywho, these are all included…
I could link the songs, but seriously… you know them.
Anyway, these are a sample of my go-to songs for righteous indignation. You can’t hurt me. You can’t steal my wind. You can’t make me fit in a box. Nah-nah-nah…which eventually turns into wah, wah, wah, because mostly when I am turning to these songs, someone has wounded me (sometimes it’s me), and I need to punch through the hurt and come out whole.
Yeah. What can I say? I am flawed. Deeply.
The problem, of course, is not all the other people; it is my focus on them.
And so today, at the end of a long two days that didn’t ultimately feel so positive, and hours before another long one that is going to be awesome (because we’re beginning to celebrate Randa’s 7th birthday), I want to get back to my center… to the power that I do have. It has nothing to do with proving I am right, or strong, or declaring my needs and that I can meet them all by myself. It;s actually the opposite.
I have the power to approach the King, to tell Him what’s up in my tiny little world, and trust that He will show me what to do.
“Truth is it’s time to stop playing these games
We need a Word for the people’s pain,
So Lord, speak right now, let it fall like rain.We’re desperate, we’re chasing after you…
Take me to the King.
I don’t have much to bring.
My heart is torn in pieces… it’s my offering.”