If you’ve read and enjoyed ANY of my blogs, then I think you’ll love this book. Especially if you’re favorite posts are the more personal/vulnerable/emotional ones.
A quick history of Talitha Cumi…
In early 2019, I did a 3 month school with YWAM Orlando where we studied the Bible in-depth. During that time, I wrote a series of essays (like blog posts) that I felt the Lord was telling me NOT to post.
Because of this, I ended up writing about some really personal and vulnerable things that I would never have shared on my blog. Continue reading →
Remember in season four of Game of Thrones when Tyrion was on trial and he demanded trial by combat but no one would fight for him? Prince Oberyn (remember? The slutty pansexual sand prince?) ended up doing it for his own personal revenge but no one wanted to fight specifically for Tyrion. To save his life and clear his name. No one wanted to lose their life for him. No one thought him worth it. Not even his own brother.
Tyrion was facing death and he was alone because no one would be his champion.
Sometimes I realize I’m Tyrion. Imprisoned, facing death, sneered at and looked down upon, with no one to be my champion.
I think a lot of us can relate to this. Not on a crazy Game of Thrones level, of course, but we can feel alone. Like we have no champion. Continue reading →
Are you tired of counting them? Because I am. I’m tired of trying to understand them, of trying to figure out which feminists, which Republicans, which LGBT members and which Christians have these crazy radical agendas and which simply
Unless we are talking about inherently violent groups, then I think it’s safe to say that none of these “agendas” are actually what the other people say about it. These agendas most likely have a pure heart behind them. A desire to see love overrule hate. A desire to see life instead of death. Of acceptance rather than rejection or societal and relational exile. Continue reading →
The drive from my childhood home to college takes me through Dallas where I see this sign. “We won’t tell your husband” it says. To this day, I can’t figure out the intended meaning of the advertisement.
Are they reaching out to women who may feel unsafe or whose husbands are too controlling to allow them guns? Is their target audience girls who want to know how to use a gun without their husband’s knowing for a less ‘self-defense’-y reason? Are they extremely sexist? Or extremely feminist? Why would their husband not need to know? Are they saying girls can’t handle guns or girls should be allowed to handle guns whenever they want? Continue reading →
I get a variety of reactions when people find out I’m a feminist, which lets be real, everyone knows. I’m all for people just naturally being a feminist but it not being something they are actively talking about or fighting for. For some people, the extent of their feminism is answering “yes” when someone asks them if they’re a feminist, and there’s nothing wrong with that. We can’t all fight against all the injustices in the world. There’s just too many. We have to find the select few that mean a lot to us, the few we feel we have a voice for, the few that hit us hard. Ending sexism is just one of the things that I happen to spend my time fighting for, and it’s not that for everyone. That’s okay.
But it is for me. So people KNOW I’m a feminist.
And one of the big things I get from people is the statement “but sexism is ended.” Or the question, “what are you fighting for, now?” Continue reading →
I love to poke fun. I’m a sarcastic person. I like to laugh. I’m learning to know when to be quiet and when to laugh. It’s a process.
Anyways, I like to joke. So I understand the fun that comes with laughing about selfies. They are everywhere. We put so much faith in them, how many likes they get, how many comments. We mess with the filters, we find the perfect captions. They get so much attention that they’re easy things to make fun of. I get that. I’ll laugh. I’ll make fun of myself. I will open my phone, stare at the thirty selfies I just took and crack up. I will go through them, find my favorites, send them to my trusted selfie critics and eagerly await their comments. I will then post them with a caption that fits and watch the likes. I, of course, care about how many I get but truly and honestly I don’t care too much. I don’t put my identity, confidence and value in the number of people who click the like button. My big thing is I NEED the likes to be divisible by five. So 18 likes is not okay. It needs to be 20. Not 21. Not 19. 20. Go figure. Continue reading →
verb. To make (an argument, statement, or theory) unsound or erroneous. To negate, disprove, discredit, undermine.
Invalidate, a word meant to be used during arguments, a word used in the professional world. A word to describe the act of making someone’s argument no longer credible.
Invalidate, a word that has been violently torn away from its original purpose and put in the hands of those meaning to use it for harm. A word with a simple meaning being twisted and torn and blended until it has become something it is not. A word meant to be used as medicine now given out as poison. Continue reading →
My immediate reaction to this statement is to scowl and prepare my argument. “I am not under anyone but God. I am not a servant. I am not less than my husband because I am a woman.” But the problem with my thinking this way is that this is, in fact, biblical.
I was talking to the ‘rents and their friends the other night about this exact thing, being the only one arguing against being “under” my husband. I was trying to speak up for women and be the strong feminist I am. And let’s face it, what I was saying has truth to it and is important. But where we were disagreeing was not the theology behind the saying, but the words themselves. Continue reading →