Wednesday, November 2, 2011

as of late...

So you know those Facebook stories that are a little dramatic? Well, I love them... this one especially. I feel like there is so much pressure as women coming from every area. The world expects us to  be perfectly sexy, funny, career-oriented,  etc. The role of women I feel is often demeaned in the way woman are made fun of and/or treated as objects. In the church this is definitely not the case- I feel honored and valued as a woman and I am very grateful for this. I am grateful that from the time I was little, my church has instilled in me that I am a daughter of God and helped me to see my worth as that. However, sometimes the demands of the world are loud and it is difficult to figure out how to balance everything. This poem/story/ whatever it is is so true and I hope to become the kind of woman that all of this can be said about (not the crying part though).  Ps: I tried to share it to the blog, but I wasn't sure how, so that's why it's just copied and pasted :) 
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

Also, this past Tuesday, the President of our church, President Monson, came and spoke to us. Even though school is stressful, I feel so blessed that Heavenly Father helped me to go to the school that I yearned to attend and that at that school we are privileged to hear from someone so special and important to us as a church. Sure things in life can get hard and nothing is ever fully perfect, but I believe that we always have so much to be grateful for that we always have reason to love life no matter what is going on in our lives.
ps: sorry this post is a little scatterbrained- I just wanted to say everything on my mind :)
pss: on a completely different, un-inspiring note: I am struggling today- my roomie and I ate a lot of gummy worms before I went to work and on my way I looked down and saw gummy worm in my hair- cute, I know ;) Then I got home and was STARVING!!! So, as I was eating my dinner, I dropped it all over myself and my computer- just in case you needed a laugh ;)

1 comment:

  1. Hahaha I love that you found a gummy worm in your hair