Create your Writing Bucket List!

By Lara Krupicka

What dreams do you have for your writing life? To publish a book? Become a best-selling author (with your dream book)? To change the world?

Writers are dreamers. Whether we write fiction or not, we live in a world of imagination. We imagine our readers and how our words will entertain them, move, them, inspire them. We hope they’ll walk away from reading our work changed in some way. We dream of impacting the world, one published work at a time.

However, it’s a risky proposition to put ourselves out there on the page. Ernest Hemingway is often quoted as saying, “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed.” In our best and truest writing, this is what we do, isn’t it? But in order to accomplish that, we have to come to our writing ready to be vulnerable. We have to pray often, as Brené Brown suggests in her book Daring Greatly, “Give me the courage to show up and let myself be seen.”

If, as a writer, you’re struggling with finding the courage to show up and let yourself be seen in your writing, or in front of editors/agents/other publishing gatekeepers try this: sit down and write out a list of what you hope to accomplish over your lifetime as a writer. Call it your “writing bucket list.” Want to sign with an agent? Put it down. Do you want to simply see your byline in print for the first time? Write that down. Whatever your dreams for your writing, include it on your list.

By writing those dreams down, you’ve begun the process of being vulnerable. You’ve taken a crucial step toward making those dreams happen. Now you need one more element that will propel you forward more than any other. You need a partner or a community to share those dreams with.

I wrote an e-book about creating bucket lists in the context of family because I believe wholeheartedly in the power of the supportive environment that family can provide for nurturing dreams. If you can, you should start there, with your own family, in communicating your writing dreams.

But you’ll go even further if you find another writer or several with whom you can share those dreams. There is little to match the mutuality of being vulnerable together as writers. And with the accountability for not only getting the writing done, but going after those dreams, comes a compassion – an empathy for all the risk and fear that comes with sharing your words with the world.

Dig deep to remember why it is you wanted to write and what you dream of doing and being as a writer. And do it in community. Because those dreams and your fellow dream-makers will give you the courage to show up fully and bleed your utmost onto the page. And that’s where your writing dreams begin to become reality.

2012headshot-300x200Lara Krupicka is the author of the new e-book Family Bucket Lists: Bring More Fun, Adventure, and Camaraderie Into Every Day. She has been published in more than 75 magazines and online at mops.org, kyria.com, cbn.com, and others. As a writer and speaker Lara hopes to encourage others to make the most of every day. You can find her blogging at larakrupicka.com or on Twitter (@amusingmom) or Pinterest.

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Introducing Natasha Robinson, Redbud’s Newest Board Member

By Natasha Robinson

It is my honor to accept a position on the Redbud Board of Directors. I believe in the Redbud vision of cultivating a community of vibrant and diverse women who influence culture and faith. I want to fearlessly expand the feminine voice in our churches, communities, and culture and I want you to join me.

As a formal introduction: I was born and raised in South Carolina, graduated from the U.S. Naval Academy, and served six years as an officer in the U.S. Marine Corps (obtaining the rank of Captain). Following active duty, I served as a federal government employee at the Department of Homeland Security. I am currently pursuing a Master of Arts in Christian Leadership from Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary, Charlotte, NC campus, where I anticipate a Spring 2014 graduation. My independent study areas include prayer and fasting, racial reconciliation, and biblical justice.

I use my blog, A Sista’s Journey, to engage, equip, and empower readers to live out their true calling in Jesus Christ. I am passionate about leadership, mentoring, serving the community, and education. At my local church, I serve as founder and Co-Director of the Women’s Mentoring Ministry where we intentionally disciple women to know and love God, know who they are in Christ Jesus, and love their neighbors as Christ loves them.

In my spare time (what spare time), I enjoy reading, dancing, watching movies, and spending time with family and friends. I love great food, sunshine, cookies-and-cream milkshakes, moose tracks ice cream, pizza, and just about all things chocolate. I am married with one daughter.

new-meYou can also connect with me through twitter @asistasjourney and Facebook www.facebook.com/NatashaSistrunkRobinson. I look forward to journeying with you.

Raise your voice. Raise your voice. Raise your voice. And take action.

Love and blessings, Natasha

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Writing and Intentional Miracles

By Shayne Moore

The summer I went hiking seems a lifetime ago. At the time my youngest son was only 6 months old and my family was on vacation in Colorado. Road tripping across the country with three children under the age of six was full of laughter and fun, yet to a new mom it was also very tiring and a lot of work. One afternoon I stole away.  Precious alone time in the mountains. Taking the chair lift to the top of Breckenridge Peak 8, I found the rocky foot path and began trekking to the bottom. I am from the Midwest. The Colorado vistas, clean air, and bright wild flowers are pure joy to this suburban girl. With each step internal balance was restoring; my soul expanding and opening.

Halfway down the mountain something unexpected surfaced. It was a thought which suddenly demanded my full attention.  It was unwelcome as I was wishing to become one with nature and wanting to be caught up in the beauty. I tried to ignore it. I took several more steps and breathing deeply, pushed the thought back where is belonged — buried.

What was that nagging directive? A stubborn thought or a Divine command? Whatever it was, it was determined, and I heard it again. “Write.”

Involuntary tears came to my eyes making the path blurry. I was irritated. My peaceful hike was interrupted. This was my only alone time and I was not going to spend it crying.

“Write.” It said again.

More tears and catching my breath. Crushing thoughts of self-pity raced through my mind. Of course, I want to write. It has been a dream of mine for a long time. “Yeah, okay,” I complained out loud. “My world is children, ABC books, diapers, and laundry. I have no influence.”

“Write.” It persistently said again.

I set my jaw, covering hurt with anger. “Write to who?!” I bitterly complained.

“Write to Me.” The simple, freeing truth spoken straight to my heart.

This conversation happened almost a decade ago. I can’t say I got off the mountain and immediately started writing. Rather, I got off the mountain and continued changing diapers, grocery shopping and potty training. But something happened when my soul expanded, making room for God’s voice. He spoke into my deepest self– into who He created me to be.

I was at point A, and even if it was intimidating, I now knew I had a point B. I had no idea how to get there. I didn’t know any writers. I had never written for an audience and I had no idea how to find community, skills or opportunity. Over the next few years, my mountain experience would replay in my mind. It kept my heart and eyes open to going down new paths, nurturing new relationships, and taking risks. It opened up my life.

Today, I am a writer and an author. I somehow arrived at point B. It seems I intentionally got here — and yet it always feels nothing short of a miracle.

299153_10150349679031359_2027104486_nShayne Moore is the author of Refuse To Do Nothing: Finding Your Power To Abolish Modern Day Slavery and Global Soccer Mom: Changing The World Is Easier Than You Think. Shayne is a founder and sits on the Board of Directors at Redbud Writers Guild. With an MA in theology, Shayne is an active speaker and writes for her blog (www.ShayneMoore.com). She is a member of the World Vision Speakers Bureau. She can be found at www.facebook.com/shayne.moore and on Twitter @GlobalSoccerMom.

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Win an iPad Mini!

Hey friends, readers, and champions of the feminine voice! Redbud is expanding its voice on the social media networks, and we need your help. To say thanks, we’ll be giving away an iPad Mini at the end of May. Win-win!

To enter, “like” the Redbud Facebook page, follow @redbudwriters on Twitter, tweet about the giveaway, and/or follow the Redbud blog. You can do this all from the handy-dandy Rafflecopter app below.

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When You Feel Like You’ve Lost Your Voice

By Laura Polk

It was one of those bad dreams. The kind that you wake up from and don’t know where you are. The kind where the sheets are wrapped so oddly around you that you know you’ve struggled.

No one could hear me in my dream. Or, more so, I couldn’t be heard. I was trying. Screaming, in fact. Yelling for someone to help me. But my voice had stopped working. It was just me, standing there, helpless. The thing I despise most.

Dreams like that can leave me unsettled for days. They have a way of pulling up fears in me that aren’t easily left behind. And they remind me that we all have that potential. To lose our voice in our lives.

It happened to me. And, I suspect, to many of you. Over small moments, and tragic happenings, and things that felt out of control in our lives. Maybe it was a loss of some sort: a job, a dream, a loved one. Maybe it was something that broke right before your very eyes: your marriage, a friendship, a goal you’d been working towards.

But, it blindsided you. Left you standing in its wake. Confused, hurt . . . and speechless.

Life has a way of doing that. It seems lately that more and more of us are left standing in the wake. We are shocked at the things that not only happen in our lives, but in the lives around us. In the lives we live beside, and the ones we watch from our television sets. The world seems very different than we thought it was. Than we thought it would be. And our voices seem too small to matter anymore.

Except that they are the only thing that matters anymore.

Maybe you’ve lost yourself in the struggle. Things you never expected to experience have become your everyday life, and you don’t see an end in sight. Maybe you’ve pulled into yourself, withdrawn. Not because you don’t want to be with others, but because you are not who you use to be, and you’re not comfortable with yourself anymore.

But the person you are becoming is a good thing. A God thing.

Maybe it’s been painful, and hard, and sometimes humiliating. It’s been your worst nightmare, and your worst fear, and you’ve seen the worst side of yourself in this battle. But, it’s still a good thing.

Because in the end, on the other side, He has reshaped you to be who He had in mind, instead of who you had in mind. You are more compassionate about things for which He needed your compassion. You are more aware of things that He needed your help in. You’ve begun to notice people that He needs you to see.

Your voice has changed. Matured.

And you’re tired of being silent.

When someone speaks up, things change. That’s where it begins. And there’s no more important time in our lives, in our very history, to use our voice. As parents. As women. As Christians.

So, how do you get a move on with moving on? How do you restretch those vocals and prepare to share your voice again?

Mourn Your Loss

Whatever it was, it matters. And it’s ok when you are sad about what happened. You don’t need to feel bad for feeling bad. You just need to let yourself feel it. To mourn it. So that you can let it go freely, and set yourself free by handing it over to God.

Fight the Fear

Fear of using your voice in your life is the enemies plan. He loves to leave you stranded at that crossroads, looking left and right, and fearing what will come next. But, even what you have gone through can be useful to God. In fact, He will never let you go through something difficult that He won’t turn around and give you opportunities to use. Don’t let fear keep you from taking the next step.

Evaluate

Give some deep consideration to what has just happened in your life. Sometimes we don’t know why things happened, but we can see how they will mold us for the better in the end. Has this situation given you a new perspective? A heart for others? A yearning to draw closer to God?

Test It

This thing has changed you. You may not even feel like the same person anymore. But, you are still exactly who God wants you to be. What does your voice sound like now? Do you have something new to say? Is there something burning in you to do that you’ve never wanted to do before? Follow it. Try it on for size.

Take a Stand

Don’t allow yourself to stay down. When the time is right, when you’re tired of the bottom, and ready to climb out, do it! Ask for help if you need it from a friend, a loved one, a counselor, or God. But, put your mind toward moving forward then take it step by step.

God will never leave us in a bad place. It may feel like He has. The clock may tick by for days, or weeks, or years and feel like He’s never going to move. But, He will. Always. And when He does, when He’s ready for us to stand up again, He’ll help us to heal from the hurt. Because He’s created us for a purpose. And in each of our voices is a uniqueness that needs to be heard.

318017_4135942876403_589474400_nLaura Polk is a freelance writer and textile designer residing in North Carolina with her husband and three children. Her passion for storytelling that speaks truth inspires her to create fiction that is both compelling and thought provoking. Laura is the Women’s Ministry Co-leader at her church and a host at Moms Together on facebook (a social media ministry). She blogs at www.laurapolk.com. Follow her writing journey on facebook, or get a glimpse into her quirky thoughts and inspirations for design and writing on pinterest.

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How to Write the Hard Stuff

By Elisabeth K. Corcoran

From a blog reader: “It would be great if you could write about how you started writing so honestly about difficult issues that lie at the heart and soul of so many people. Was it difficult? Did you ever face the fear of being judged negatively by people? If so, how did you overcome it and write anyway?”

For many years – the majority of my writing life actually – I wrote from the heart on every issue except my marriage. The irony was that my marriage was the largest part of my life and my biggest concern and heartache.

I kept the pain to myself (other than friends) for a few reasons, I think.

I was embarrassed. I had made my bed, knowingly, and felt I should lie in it. I was ashamed at how far things had gone and that I was unable to fix them.

I was afraid. I remember being terrified that if anyone at church found out how bad my marriage really was, they would ask me step down from women’s ministry. So I kept the mask on as tightly as I could for as long as I could. (Selfish, I know.)

I didn’t see the point in writing about it. I felt that all it would do would serve to lessen people’s respect of me and that I might tarnish any writing reputation I was attempting to build. I was a Christian mother and ministry director and I wrote about Jesus and parenting and serving others and that, in my mind, could not coincide with also living in the confines of a failing marriage.

So, yes, to answer one of the reader’s questions: it was very difficult to flip that switch in my mind. And yes, I was (and still am) afraid of being judge negatively by people. This one is quite valid because I actually am judged negatively by people and people tell me what they think of me and my writing.

So how did I overcome it and push through anyway? How do I still, seeing as the judgment continues?

The first part was purely circumstantial. It’s pretty easy to hide a hard marriage. It’s not so easy to hide that your spouse no longer lives with you. When my husband moved out, I felt I needed to let people know — people like my speaker contacts and my next tier of friends and church family and those I write for. I needed them to know that I understood that I was now controversial and they could decide on their own whether to continue working with me (or being my friend). Some cancelled speaking engagements, some probably stopped running my monthly column, some friends stopped checking in with me. This hurt but was not unexpected. So basically my circumstances gave me a shove that I might not have taken on my own.

But then there’s the now. Because I could’ve easily stopped after the first announcement on my blog or that first email I sent out to my contacts. But I felt a pull and tug to keep talking. I had this sense that there was a conversation I was supposed to join, or maybe even start. I had the feeling that I was not alone in my circumstances (being a Christian woman leaving a difficult Christian marriage and possibly heading into a difficult Christian divorce). So I just started. I began to tell my story in bits and pieces. I would write something, post it and sort of hold my breath. I would pour over an article and submit it and close my eyes not wanting to see the comments. Would people hate me? Would people judge me? Why was I telling my secrets of what a horrible wife I was and how I had been sad for the past fifteen plus years?

But the strangest thing happened. Turns out, there are a ton of women just like me. A ridiculous number. Though yes, I’ve gotten comments that have questioned my faith, that have been beyond hurtful and judgmental (something I still think so odd when they don’t know the full story, when they don’t even know me), the voices that are louder are the ones from the women who are hurting and feel alone and voiceless. Now I keep writing because I know people are reading and because I know people need to know that God will still love them (no matter what) and that they are not alone and that they will get through this and that good always comes from bad if we let it and that there is healing and joy not only on the other side but in the middle of the yuck and horrible. It also totally helps to remember that I’m accountable to God and God alone. No one else’s opinion matters (and that’s Scriptural…look up what Paul said in I Corinthians 4:3-4…it’s pretty cool.)

Yes, it was hard to be so honest…it is every time I sit down to write. But if I weren’t being honest, really, what would be the point? I’d just be adding to the noise with no purpose or redemption, and I have no desire or intention of doing that with my words. Ever.

Elisabeth K. Corcoran, 2013

282246_4703221740793_168913918_nElisabeth is mom to Sara (16) and Jack (14-1/2).  She loves spending time with her kids, her friends, reading and writing.  She is the author of At the Corner of Broken & Love; One Girl, Third World; He Is Just That Into You; In Search of Calm: Renewal for a Mother’s Heart; and Calm in My Chaos: Encouragement for a Mom’s Weary Soul.  All these books can be purchased on Amazon.com.  Her upcoming book, Unraveling, is releasing with Abingdon Press in October 2013.
Visit her website at http://www.elisabethcorcoran.com/ and her blog at http://elisabethcorcoran.blogspot.com/.

If you are in a difficult marriage or find yourself going through a difficult divorce, I have created two private groups on Facebook that I would like to invite you to. Simply email me at [email protected] for more information.

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My Affair with Writing

By Aubrey Sampson

“When women were birds…we knew our greatest freedom was in taking flight at night,
when we could steal the heavenly darkness for ourselves,
navigating through the intelligence of our own stars and the constellations of our own making….”
—Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds

I’m a stay-at-home mom to three sons (ages 6, 3, and 15 months) which means the evenings are not exactly the hours when I fly through the heavenly darkness of my own making. Evenings are when I do everything in my power to get my kids to sleep, generally that includes yelling, and then I engage in a few minutes of brainless television before falling asleep on the couch in a puddle of drool.

My mind shuts down at 7pm; well, probably 4pm if I am honest with myself. I just happen to drink enough coffee to fake it until my husband gets home to help take over with the kids. So, no. I don’t fly at night. I have zero creative energy in the evenings. I’ve finally accepted that I am not in a season of soaring. Mine is a stop-and-start kind of flying. Flight lessons takes place in the small corners of my day—the fifteen minutes when my kids eat lunch or the hour after I try (and often fail) to get them to nap simultaneously.

I began a book project during my first pregnancy. Seven years later, I’m still on chapter four. Blog posts that should, ideally, take a couple of hours are sometimes in process for weeks. That’s okay. I’m okay. In my current season of potty-training and carpooling, the writing life is not one of luxurious walks in nature, noting how the stream caresses the rock and then, god-like, forms it into something malleable. Nor is it the red-breasted robin outside my window who I observe long enough to inspire devotions on mothering. And writing is definitely not the lessons I learn from lengthy hours of stillness at a retreat. Writing is my lovely little interruption.

I’m a writer investing in instances.

I’m new to the Redbuds, but thankful for a community of women who understand what I mean when I say that I adore my family.  They are one of God’s greatest gifts in my life and I believe my role as wife and mother is a ministry. But, there are also times when I fight to keep present with them, because my laptop is beckoning me with those come-hither eyes.

When my husband catches me drifting off, it is because I am preoccupied over the perfect turn of phrase. I’m fixating on the free time I’ll have that afternoon to justify another day without exercise so that I can create something new. I’m consumed with coordinating play dates so that I can have one precious hour with my beloved file, Chapters one, two, and three. For agent.

Writing has become my kept-woman, and when the moment is right, I wholeheartedly rush to her side. I meet her in the mornings before my house wakes up. We steal seconds away together in the bathroom. I scribble love notes to her on my grocery lists. She is the secret lover that I fantasize about spending vacations with, but instead settle for little trysts when I think no one will miss me.

My children might be graduating from college when I finally put the last bullet point on my book outline, but I’ll keep returning. What else can I do? If I’ve learned anything from my love affair with writing, it is that I will only truly navigate the stars when I am most thankful for and present with the good gifts God has put right in front of my eyes.

My prayer is that in His perfect timing, there will be a stage of life when I can stop for hours to write about how that leaf fell and reminded me of my dead grandfather; a time when I can spend a week in silence at a monastery, writing on holiness. Today, I’ll settle for the half hour my children are distracted by Mickey Mouse, so that I can rendezvous with my writing mistress, my passionate distraction, my flight instructor.

I’ll give her some attention, and then she’ll remind me to put her down and go back to my family. There will be a season when I can more freely soar the constellations of my own making.

For now, my brightest stars are a little closer to the ground.

for blogI (Aubrey Sampson) am a pastor’s wife and stay-at-home-mom to three boys—which is to say that I spend most days in my pajamas drinking a lot of coffee. On the days I manage to get dressed, I write and speak about shameless living, women’s issues, and God’s radiant love. I am a member of BLAST (building leaders authors speakers and teachers) and a Risk Coach and Blogger for Women at Risk, International. My passion is to empower women to take up all the space God has for them and I write so that women, locally and globally, can experience freedom from shame.

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Who’s In Your Community?

By Jenny Rae Armstrong

“You are the average of the five people you spend the most time with.”

I don’t remember where I heard that nugget of pop psychology, and I don’t fully subscribe to it, but the words stuck with me. I was heading into a season of change and transition: the youngest of my four children had been weaned, the economy had taken a turn that made it difficult for our family to live off my husband’s income, and the thoughts and words that had spent years simmering in my brain had hit boiling pitch. I felt like a pressure cooker banging and whistling on the stove, about to blow pea soup all over the confines of my very domestic life if I didn’t find some release. It was time for me to move into the next phase of the adventure God had for me, but I wasn’t sure how.

That’s when I heard the quote, and decided to become more intentional about surrounding myself with women I admired, women who were moving in the direction God was calling me, and were further down that path than I was. It was the best thing I could have done. These women never knew they were mentoring me, but I watched them closely, soaking in their wisdom and shadowing their moves. How did they balance work and family? How did they present themselves to the world? How did their attitudes and outlook on life differ from mine, and how did it affect their choices?

Still, I struggled to find mentors for writing and ministry. When I heard about the Redbud Writer’s Guild, I was awed, and more than a little intimidated. Here was a group of incredibly accomplished women, women who were doing exactly what I wanted to be doing, and whose passion mirrored mine. It took me over a year to pluck up the courage to apply, and when I was accepted, I still felt intimidated. These were some of the smartest, well-educated, influential women I had ever met. It would have been easy to draw back in insecurity, but instead, I remembered the quote and pressed in, immersing myself in their wisdom. Doing so has proven to be one of the greatest blessings of my life, and certainly the best thing I could have done for my writing career.

I feel incredibly honored to be joining the board of the Redbud Writer’s Guild, and as the new blog manager, I look forward to “fearlessly expanding the feminine voice in our churches, communities and culture” in partnership with my beloved “Buds.” Perhaps you would like to join us? I would encourage you not to draw back in insecurity. Press in! We may not be the average of the five people we spend the most time with, but there’s no denying that God works powerfully in and through community, growing us and shaping us into the people God created us to be. That’s certainly proved true in my life.

If you’re interested in joining the Redbud community, you can find information here.

Jenny's HeadshotJenny Rae Armstrong is an award-winning freelance journalist who blogs about faith, social justice and women’s issues at www.jennyraearmstrong.com. She is passionate about building up the body of Christ by building up women, in her rural community and around the world. She loves making new friends, so drop by her blog and say hi, or follow her on Twitter or Facebook.

 
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Holy Week and Calling: If you want one day, you must have them all.

By Jen Pollock Michel

“I think God is calling me to write a book.”

She’s sheepish with the news, wondering what I think of the idea. But I need backstory, so my friend recounts how on three separate occasions, she’s been told by three separate people (all strangers) to write a book.

Who am I to argue with that, with serendipity, with God?

Hers is an incredible story, one worth telling. Years ago, she had been a surrogate for a couple whom she didn’t know previously. After several failed inseminations, she had finally gotten pregnant, and 26 weeks later she gave birth to triplets who fought for their lives for months in neonatal intensive care, each of them somehow managing ultimately to cling to their breath.

My friend, however, once paid for her services, was effectively cut off from those babies’ lives and stories. Every year now, she gets a Christmas card. They’re growing so big!

It’s like a sucker punch to the gut.

My friend’s story hangs with loose threads of confusion. There are emotions my friend has yet to process, a bewilderment she can’t yet shake about what God intended for that chapter of her life. Her story is still a stranger to her. And maybe the only way of making its acquaintance is to write.

I know this compulsion.

“Yes, you should write!” I finally conclude, silencing all my yet unvoiced hesitations about the business of book writing. I don’t admit that to interest an agent, much less a publisher is impossibly hard. I don’t mention the agony of building a platform. I don’t chronicle the rejections I’ve had. I know there will be enough discouragement ahead for her.

I have no doubt that writing, like many other vocations and pursuits, can be a divine calling. And whether or not my friend ever gets her book published, she will not regret the act of writing. When her hands take to that keyboard, when time begins to slow, and she gets alone with her thoughts, her story, her life will begin to take shape. The landscape of memory will be more beautiful and holy that she remembered it. And she will even find God, lurking where she didn’t expect Him.

This is worthwhile ⎯ and yet it won’t only be moments of marvel. There will also be days that will punish: an editor will demand a significant revision, an agent won’t answer a query, a magazine will reject a submission, and a commenter will shred an essay. (My particular favorite: “I think the comments on this article are better than the article itself.”) Calling, when life batters and self-confidence falters, serves like an anchor; it tethers us to the work for which we’ve been commissioned.

This Holy Week, I am thinking of the plot line of calling. I want my friend to remember that calling enfolds all the final events of Jesus’ life: Palm Sunday, Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter Sunday. It is a week you cannot parse or splice. If you want one day, you must have them all.

Palm Sunday ⎯ exultant and jubilant cries from adoring crowds!  How faithful I can be to calling on Palm Sunday, when the chorus of approval sounds! I can write when I am liked and well-thought of, when people agree and commend. I feel so good, and it feels so right.

But there are betrayals ahead. Holy Thursday. This is the loneliness of calling. And I discover my own resistance to God’s plan. Take this cup from me. But maybe this is where courage is born, in the garden of desertion?

Good Friday: Death. I resist the dying of calling. I fight against this death of self, of ambition, of ego, of fear. To follow Jesus into calling is to carry a cross. This cannot be avoided or altered, although the pain may sometimes feel too great to bear. My God, My God, Why have you forsaken me?

Easter Sunday: Every death, a resurrection. The victory of God! The tenacity of His purposes! Jesus will not be put down! I write and will the rebirth in me and in my words, realizing with great consolation that I belong to something bigger than myself, a grander story, which stretches across the expanse of, “In the beginning,” and, “I saw a new heaven and a new earth.”

Yes, write ⎯ and enter into the story of Jesus.

But remember, if you want one day, you must have them all.

headshot-260x300Since 2004, Jen Pollock Michel has been writing devotionals for Today in the Word, published by The Moody Bible Institute. Recent issues include, “No Longer Afraid” (January, 2012) and “Leviticus: Holiness for God’s People Today” (May, 2012). Upcoming issues for 2013 will feature the topic of temptation and desire as well as a study of the fruit of the Spirit. Jen has also contributed posts to her.meneutics.com, incourage.me, and patheos.com. A graduate of Wheaton College (B.A., French) and Northwestern University (M.A. Literature), Jen has been a longtime book enthusiast but has only more recently been keeping her own story at www.findingmypulse.com. An American expatriate in the Great White North, Jen lives with her husband, her five children, and their two pet gerbils in Toronto, Canada. Connect with Jen on Twitter (@jenpmichel) or Facebook.

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Making Space for the Feminine Voice

By Jenny Rae Armstrong

Women are natural communicators. No one doubts this, really, and a quick, unscientific glance at the blogosphere confirms the female desire to enter into the conversation about important issues impacting our world. But why are so many of these bubbling female voices still running underground, or being siphoned off into their own little “women’s quarters” of Christian society?

For instance, I watched “Lord, Save Us From Your Followers” on Saturday. It was a funny, compassionate movie that all Christians would do well to watch. But the next morning, it struck me: while several women were interviewed for the film, none of the Christian leaders, the ones who spoke more or less on behalf of the establishment (for better or for worse), were female. Even among people who are working hard for a more just society, who are talking about things like compassion and reconciliation and listening to others, the female voice was strikingly absent, or at least lopsided in the way it was presented.

I’m sure this was a simple oversight, but it’s an oversight that plays out time and time again. Too often, the established power structures don’t even think to ask for a female perspective, to seek out a healthy counter-balance in areas that have traditionally been the domain of men. And that’s too bad. Because when the feminine voice is muted, intentionally or unintentionally, we miss out on a lot of what God is trying to communicate to the world through his female image-bearers.

This is one of those areas that the Christian community is going to have to be very, very intentional about changing. (Sharon Hodde Miller, who is currently pursuing her PhD in Educational Studies at Trinity Evangelical Divinity School, had some great thoughts about this on her blog.) Most women, especially Christian women, were raised to avoid being “pushy.” (The double-standard between “pushy” women and men who “take initiative” is a post for another day.) And men–well, men are just used to being the only people in the board room. That’s the way it’s always been, and they don’t know what they’re missing out on. What we’re all missing out on.

“It is not good for man to be alone,” and I believe that holds true for every aspect of human existence, not just our personal relationships. Women have an incredible wealth of wisdom, insight, and parallel perspectives to offer the world. There are treasures to be mined in Scripture that female eyes can spot much more readily than male’s, deep, untapped veins of gold still waiting to be unearthed. There are solutions apparent to third-world mothers that male heads of state would never think of. A healthy shot in the arm of female influence would inoculate our world against a whole host of devastating social diseases.

Did you know, for instance, that maternal and child death in the United States dropped sharply as soon as women got the vote? During World War I, more American women died in childbirth than American men died on the battlefield. Still, the male legislators didn’t see it as an important issue, until the suffragists made it one. In 1921, the suffragists pushed through the Sheppard-Towner act, and almost overnight, infant and maternal death rates dropped 16% and 12% respectively. By the time those babies were having babies of their own, maternal fatalities were down over 70%, primarily because of women’s ability to influence public policy.

Men and women need each other, and not just to create babies. We need each other to create the world God had in mind when he put us here, male and female, and told us to take dominion. To multiply disciples who will bear God’s image to the world. Imagine Barak without Deborah. Josiah without Huldah. David without Abigail. Apollos without Priscilla. Each man was willing to quiet his strong, powerful voice so he could listen closely to the softer voice of his female counterpart. Each was immeasurably better for it, as was society.

What do you think? How have you seen this play out? And how can men and women work together to create a better world, one more aligned with God’s kingdom purposes?

Jenny's HeadshotJenny Rae Armstrong is an award-winning freelance journalist who blogs about faith, social justice and women’s issues at www.jennyraearmstrong.com. She is passionate about building up the body of Christ by building up women, in her rural community and around the world. She loves making new friends, so drop by her blog and say hi, or follow her on Twitter or Facebook.

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