Posted by Nicole on January 3, 2014
FIGHT
There comes a moment when you realize YOU’RE the one who has been blind. You’re the one living out of old stories about how men and women should act. {OMG I’m the patriarchy.}
Women, we have sat on the sidelines and watched men fight, struggle, sweat, and bleed. We cheer. We supply water and first aid. We nurture and we caress tired backs with our soft hands.
But it’s time to get in the game ourselves. It’s time to step into the arena and fight.
We will help each other side-by-side.
I don’t know your sport or your call but I know what it looks like when we avoid the invitation to play: We offer to hold the jackets. We sit alone on the sideline and watch others try and fail and fall and laugh and get back up. We walk back home together and our pants have no grass stains.
The men and the children play and the women watch.
Not all the women do this, but I was doing this. I knew I was choosing rest over adventure. I was playing it safe. I was the safe zone for others. “Mom’s not playing! Mom’s safe!” I cherish being the safe zone, at times. I’ve loved wearing my cozy sweater and drinking coffee. But my life is floating by me. I have opted out too many times. I can feel my muscles growing weak and my desire to be saved growing strong. I don’t know about you, but I want to feel strong. I want to speak up. I want to run as fast as I can. I want to volunteer for the adventure.
Like all the best things, this epiphany started as a seed in me {here} and then with lots of fertilizing words and experiences, it has grown from a beautiful thought into a call to action.
Three parts Story Sessions, One part Lean In, Two parts Brene Brown, a good swig of Scandal, and a dash of Frozen
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Climb out of the tower yourself, grab a sword, and fight, Sister.
Find the inspiration you need and Fight, Sister. Women were not made to wrap themselves in ruffles and watch the action. Humans are made to fight. We are heroes. We are gladiators. Get in the game. Fight.
“You are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.” ― Brené Brown
If you are a {writer {blogger {lonely {free for five minutes on Fridays… I recommend Lisa Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday link up. It’s a really great way to meet other people online who are kind and intelligent. Come and see that we are not all snarky and mean when we type.
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Posted by Nicole on September 11, 2013
When I was small
even smaller than this
all smiles, fine hair, and freckles.
I lived in a room with my little sis.
In that room was a window
looking out on an old maple tree bigger than God
whose leaves made me feel free enough to sing
at the top of my lungs.
But on the opposite side of my room hung a door
a wooden shutter, slatted and white
and that door haunted us every single night.
You remember those cracked closet doors,
that fear of childhood, right?
Well, mine was more evil than most
a shutter-door with one missing shingle
a pitch black rectangle of terror
waiting to host the glowing eyes of some child-eating monster
with a taste for freckles.
And with these thoughts, came FEAR.
Fear that freezes your bones
that makes your body turn to stone
on the inside but never enough on the outside.
Fear that takes today as ransom
for a kidnapped tomorrow that will never come home.
So after months of sleepless nights
I could not hide any longer.
I did the most courageous thing of my little life
I moved in with my monsters.
In a flurry of determination
I grabbed my pillows and blankets and books
a flashlight and my sister
and we moved into that dark closet.
Slept there every single night
and not ONE monster was ever brave enough to show His face.
This is when I learned:
Fear is a lion
that only backs down
when we stop acting like prey
and stand our ground.
But we do grow up
and the monsters
get darker and smarter
and the next thing we know
we are running much harder.
No longer daring to face down our fears but away
from the beasts who will swallow us whole
who make closets that scare our very souls.
Monsters: like betrayal, hair loss, loneliness, and grief
failure, sprained ankles, botched interviews, and spinach in our teeth
at just the worst times.
I am afraid of things changing.
I’m afraid they’ll stay the same.
of saying something stupid
of being the one to blame
of the pain that will come when I grow old
and the pain that will come if I don’t.
And so they chase and I run.
I survive but I have not won
the kind of life I’d hoped I’d earned
when I first faced my monsters.
And then I hear it
the sound of safety in my ears:
Fear is a lion
that only backs down
when we stop acting like prey
and stand our ground.
I hear a voice not my own say,
“You are not alone, child.
You never were.
Be still. Take heart.
Plant your feet on the ground.
At the sound of my voice know that you are free.
I am bigger than any tree.
Stand with me.”
And together we turn and face those beasts,
say, “Hello there monsters…
Either be my friend or eat me or get out of my way.
I have sunsets to see and a man to kiss
and I was made for so much more than this.
I’m taking back my tomorrows.
You don’t get my todays.
This is my one and only life.
I will not be anyone’s prey.
So, instead, I will stand my ground and say,
Hello there monsters. Let’s play.”
Watch a live performance:
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(God also wanted me to feel good about myself, this is an awesome frozen frame of me talking)
Tell fearful souls, “Courage! Take heart! God is here, right here, on his way to put things right And redress all wrongs. He’s on his way! He’ll save you!” Isaiah 35:4-10
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