Biblical Womanhood

Sisters in Christ

Last night I had the privilege to meet with a group of women to discuss a topic near and dear to my heart – the importance of Christian friendships among women.  This is a topic I’ve blogged about before, one that I feel passionately about.  I’ve been looking forward to this class, while at the same time having some apprehension about it.  It’s impossible to lead a class that discusses the importance of vulnerability and transparency without being, well, vulnerable and transparent.  It was an amazing first class, ending the way all good classes full of women should – most of us were in tears.

Copious amounts of material can be found on this subject, but there are two issues that I have found to be primary barriers to female friendships.  The first issue is that we are afraid that if people really knew us, they would discover just how neurotic and non have-it-all-together we really are.  I can claim this issue for my own.  You can only keep a mask on for so long before it starts to slip, and that can be terrifying.

The other issue that I keep encountering is that the busier life gets and the more items we have to juggle in our lives, friendships with other women are the first casualties of an over-extended calendar.  We simply have to cut something out, and so friendships get the pink slip.  This is an interesting dynamic of the self-sacrifice that we feel we must make for the sake of our families.

Both of these topics are ones I’m going to dissect and write about more in detail.  For now, how many close friends do you have?  (And by close friends, I mean friends who could look under your bed or in your closet without you experiencing a panic attack…).

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Age, Wisdom, Craziness.

I’m turning 35 next week.  I love birthdays, and not just my own, really I’ll celebrate anyone’s birthday.  An excuse to be excited and eat cake, and I’m in.  I do also love my own birthday for many reasons.  I’ve never been one to hope nobody knows or remembers.  I’m the one with the countdown to my birthday on my fridge.  No really, it’s there.

Aging has never been a stressor for me.  Maybe some of that can be attributed to the fact that I’ve always looked ridiculously young for my age, and I’ve been waiting until I actually look my age to be stressed about it.  But more than that, there’s always been the certainty that I will surely get wiser with age.  I’ve always thought it as pretty much a guaranteed.  Like death and taxes.  And no parking places in the pouring rain.

So here I am, about to be 35, and for the first time, there is a small amount of panic, but since I can’t seem to ever do anything in the normal way, it is not the normal panic about getting old.  I feel panicked that I’m not wiser at all, and that indeed in some ways I’m headed in the opposite direction.

Is this normal?  Is it in the same way that the humble are unaware of their own state of humbleness? (And along the same lines, the crazy are blissfully unaware of their own craziness?…. wait…).  Does anyone ever actually feel wiser with age?  James 1:5 says, “If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him.”  This is an extremely comforting text, followed by an extremely uncomfortable text in verse 6: “But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind.”

Oops.

Doubt is a huge topic to be tackled another day in another blog – hopefully not five months from now.  For now, tell me signs that let you know you are actually getting wiser, either in the comments or at andimeade@gmail.com.

Time to go map out my Christmas decorating strategy which goes into affect, not so coincidentally, on my birthday.