JOHN 4:23-24
Have you ever noticed how in Scripture that men are always going
up into the mountains to commune with the Lord?
Yet in the scriptures we
hardly ever hear of women going to the
mountains, and we know why — right?
Because the women were too busy
keeping life going; they couldn’t abandon babies, meals, homes,
fires, gardens, and a thousand other responsibilities to make the climb into the mountains!
fires, gardens, and a thousand other responsibilities to make the climb into the mountains!
I was talking to a friend the
other day, saying that as modern woman I feel like I’m never “free” enough
from my responsibilities, never in a quiet enough, or holy enough spot to have the type of communion
I want with God.
from my responsibilities, never in a quiet enough, or holy enough spot to have the type of communion
I want with God.
Her response floored me, “That is
why God comes to women. Men have to climb the mountain to meet God, but God
comes to women where ever they are.”
I have been pondering on her
words for weeks and have searched my scriptures to see that what she said is
true. God does in deed come to women where they are, when they are doing their
ordinary, everyday work.
He meets them at the wells where
they draw water for their families, in their homes, in their kitchens, in their
gardens.
He comes to them as they sit
beside sickbeds, as they give birth, care for the elderly, and perform
necessary mourning and burial rites.
Even at the empty tomb, Mary was
the first to witness Christ’s resurrection, She was there because she was doing
the womanly chore of properly preparing Christ’s body for burial.
In these seemingly mundane and
ordinary tasks, these women of the scriptures found themselves face to face
with divinity.
So if — like me — you ever start
to bemoan the fact that you don’t have as much time to spend in the mountains
with God as you would like. Remember, God comes to women. He knows where we are
and the burdens we carry. He sees us, and if we open our eyes and our hearts we
will see Him, even in the most ordinary places and in the most ordinary things.
He lives.
Original 🖌: by Heather Farrell
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