Wrestling

Not literally...that'd be strange. And to be entirely truthful I'm not really wrestling spiritually right now either. I'm just appreciating the process. The process that it seems we all go through and how alike yet different the spiritual wrestling is among women.
Tonight a mentor of mine put on her facebook "wrestling something out w/ God does not mean our faith is failing but that it is being developed and defined." I felt the truth of this tonight. I saw a small group of women wrestle with what it means to be wounded and open and later heal those wounds with God. But because of satan jerk he lies while we wrestle and try to heal.
But women are beautiful and women of God are the most beautiful on the whole earth. It has been made apparent to me through the past weeks as women talk about their future husbands, their boyfriends, their future, their school work, their hurts, their worries, everything. I used to be so angry at being born a woman and now I feel so blessed. So blessed because I can share and love these women. Oddly enough Sufjan Stevens' song "Dress Looks Nice on You" just started playing.

"I can see a lot of life in you. I can see a lot of bright in you. And I think the dress looks nice on you. I can see a lot of life in you. "

The women around me are full of life even when satan is trying to trick them out of it. So I love where I'm at and I try to attribute my beauty in whatever way I can (that was so freaking strange for me to type - eek) for God's glory and to bless the women who have so graciously shared their lives with me.