I cry when I need God to wipe my tears. The pain I carry, sometimes in shame, cannot hinder God’s move in my life, even as I cry.
I wail out to the rock that is higher than I. I let my tears warm my face as His hand would, if only I could feel it.
I breathe in His presence as I breathe out all the burdens and hurts that left me almost breathless.
I remember that as my tears wash away my hurts His burden is still easy as His yolk light.
I find strength in His assured presence.
I find hope in His ability to carry my weak and frail frame. Yes. Watch as His strength is made perfect in my weakness. As I give Him my weary heart He fills me with that overflowing faith.
Watch as He perfects His work in me.
In my tears I surrender my weakness for His strength; Our strength. Yes I am strong. Yes… I am.
I am the tears that who signal the strength of vulnerability. I am the pebble small and mighty.
In my tears I have found the freedom of believing in a God who sees my surrendered heart, and declares that it is well. As my faith is perfected… It is well.
I cry. And it is well.
“Men make the moral code and they expect women to accept it. They have decided that it is entirely right and proper for men to fight for their liberties and their rights, but that it is not right and proper for women to fight for theirs.”
“We are here, not because we are law-breakers; we are here in our efforts to become law-makers.”
Thank you Margie Jansen for this quote. It’s reflective of a chat that I had with my friend Sylvia Nomusa Skhosana last night about the blatant attacks that women at the forefront of changing and questioning our narrative, policy and social constructs usually find themselves.
Over the past few months I have known women of strength and of character who have had their integrity and character tested all because they wanted to be law makers or just the voice of the voiceless at the proverbial “table”. But what most of them have faced is threats to their bodies or they have been discarded and not allowed to do the work that they are more than competent to do.
I’m so sick and tired of having to hear about women being told that to make a difference they must sleep with a man in power. I’m tired of the threats of rape and physical abuse that we have to live through when we speak out about injustice. I’m tired of the sexual innuendo that never ends because men who have set the moral code have also grown so corrupt that now all they spew is lust and perversion.
I’m tired of government officials who have a department filled with their mistresses and one night stands. I’m sick to the brim of the male professors who use their power and authority to toy with young woman’s dreams of becoming leading voices in their fields.
Shame on You!
Patriarchy needs to fall.
Let me say it again… Patriarchy NEEDS to fall! It further entrenches injustice in the lives of all women; but especially black women who are already fighting the perpetual injustice from racial inequalities that still exist in this country. We have the right to be law makers. We have the right to be outspoken advocates for change. We have the right to expose the filth that contaminates our systems.
That does not give anyone else the right to threaten or intimidate us.