I am without debate one of the strongest women I know.
I don’t mean to brag. It’s just the truth.
I’m Lebanese which means that I have steel in my blood. I was born to fight. I also run an ER for a living I guarantee you that’s not for the faint in heart. I am rock solid dynamite. And…I’m single. I mean city living proud to admit it single. I take my own trash out and clean my own gutters. I eat Tuna out of a can – when I’m desperate – and yogurt well past its expiration date. Yeah, I am as tough as they come.
Yet despite my conviction towards equality in all things social, political, legal and economic for women, I still do not identify as feminist.
See, I consider myself much much more than a feminist.
You might think it’s semantics but it’s deeper than that. In an age where women brag that “the future is female” and Jesus feminist labels are embraced with pride, my own identity reaches far beyond that of a feminist. See, I am a follower of Jesus Christ, the King of Kings and the ruler of the universe. I am the daughter of my heavenly Father. I have been called by God and equipped by Him for a purpose. I am of royal priesthood, adopted into a family whose blood line was shed to give me life.
I don’t need to convince men of my place in the church. I have been promised by my Father that my place is in Him. I don’t need to work harder to be heard. I have the ear of the King of the world when I simply take time to fall on my knees. I might have been born Lebanese but I am a citizen of heaven.
I might practice medicine but I’m just an instrument in the hands of the healer. I might be single but I am never alone. My rights are protected by the giver of life. My future is guarded by the one who owns tomorrow. When I humble myself and choose to be a servant I find myself in the company of a King who humbled himself and became a servant. When I feel pressed down by glass ceilings I remember my Savior who was pressed down by a crown of thorns. When I feel marginalized from my purpose I go back to the basics:
I am as involved as I’ve been called to be. I do what my King tells me to do. I go where He leads me to go. I am as free as His blood paid for me to be.
Yes, I am much more than a feminist.
I am a follower of Jesus Christ.
What’s your reaction to this article? Do you feel like supported as a woman in your Church or do you struggle to fit in? I’d love to hear from you in the comments section!