But in darkness
Her heart beats
And they say
Her hands are used
And they say
And they say
“Leave that to us.”
She holds on
She holds on to
You see her
Even in the dark
The beat of her heart
The doors that
You tell her
Who she is
So she doesn’t have
Who tell her
Who she isn’t.
a. b. martin
I wrote this poem several years ago at a time in my life where I was fighting to see out of the glass ceiling crafted there by years of believing a list of things I couldn’t do because I am a woman.
Due to recent misogynistic comments made by men who’s names carry weight, I felt it was a good time to share.
At this time, I was feeling a stirring in my spirit to serve God in a different capacity then I imagined, something I didn’t fully understand.
During this time of new vision and calling, I was also experiencing the weight of opposition from those who would say women have a limited function within the body of Christ.
Through prayer, surrender, the example and leadership of strong women of God, and doing things I’m TERRIFIED of, I found myself preaching in Uganda this summer. ME, a homiletics dropout who never in her wildest fantasies imagined being in this position. I share this in NO way to boast (I was inexperienced, without my usual study tools or WIFI, pressed for research time, and violently sick right before I was supposed to speak. It was VERY clearly the Holy Spirit and not me lol.), but to show what GOD can do when you surrender to His call over that of man.
I’m so grateful I did, and will continue to do. I’m so grateful for the Holy Spirit, who walks with us, speaks through us and enables us to do the terrifying. I’m thankful for moments with my Creator in prayer and in the Word of God in which he has helped me develop a solid assurance of my identity in Christ that no man can steal with petty remarks or repressive actions. I’m grateful, not that these attitudes and actions exist within the church, but that comments were made that started a conversation that needed to happen. I’m grateful for the women of God that have paved the way, and without who’s example we wouldn’t be able to serve in the capacity we do today. I’m grateful for my church, that creates space for women and men to serve together as God created us to. And most of all, I’m grateful for my Savior. May I serve him with humility, courage and love all the days of my life, wherever that may take me.
1 Corinthians 13
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. 3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.