Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Did God Create Me to Be a Wife?

A few weeks ago, I shared my heart on the topic of "what if I'm called to singleness?" (here).

Here is another limb of the same tree.

Maybe I don't think I'm "called to singleness" in the course of my life, and I'm not "preparing" for that, but maybe I don't think God created me to be a wife, either. And I want y'all to see both sides of the coin.

But let's zoom it out, first.

Why did God create mankind, as a race?

Before the great flood of Genesis, the Bible says God repented and grieved that He had made mankind. If He knows everything, and isn't constrained to time, didn't He know man would use their free will to choose the wrong path all along? Yes. Yes, He did. He created man anyways, though, because He can show Himself even more strong through something imperfect. Rocks and flowers and glaciers are already sinless and perfect, which shows Himself a perfect creator. But His peace, love, grace, mercy, and etc., can only be extended and proven with something flawed. Thus He gave us free will. (He is so perfect, He can't even create something imperfect.) So, He made us perfect and let us defile ourselves, always planning and paving a path to redemption, which does and will glorify Him even greater than all the other elements of His perfect Creation, and will ring throughout eternity when we're with Him, praising Him.

He created us for His glory, folks.

Step one: we're not in the will of God if we aren't glorifying Him in word, deed, and truth.

But as we zoom these binoculars of life in, there's just little me.

I'm a female. A lady. A maiden. A daughter, granddaughter, sister... future mother and aunt?!

What does the Bible say about my gender? Why did we even come about, specifically, even after mankind was created for His glory?

“And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him.” (Genesis 2:18)

I'm not going to go bashing anyone, but I've seen a sickening amount of literature on 'help meets'. Sickening, not in self, but in that it's A-L-W-A-Y-S stripped out of context.

Because 'help meet' = 'wife'


Um. No. God hath not said.

Friday, July 14, 2017

The Coronation: A Book Review

Today I'm honored to be a stop on Livy Jarsmuch's blog tour for the release of her newest novel, The Coronation! Yay!

Remember when I said my reading list was short because I was keeping a steady editing roster last winter? This was one of my projects! And, as far as editing projects go, this has been one of my most favorite, yet! Livy is truly budding into a beautiful author! I don't use the word 'author' lightly, either, because she is so much more than a good writer—she's great at plotting, character sketching, and creating depth and emotion with just 26 little letters.

She's got something special.

AND. I promised a book review. Not that anyone had to twist my arm for it or anything...

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Summer Fun Blog Tag

Aw, blog tags are fun! I always smile reading tags other bloggers post, so I like to think you smile reading mine, too! ...maybe?

I was tagged in this by Mykaela from Making Music for the Master, who is actually the creator of this tag! I'm not this creative at asking myself questions. So kudos to her. Ha.

1. What's a nickname only your family calls you?
Only my family, eh? My dad has this really fast 'Kimberly' birdcall thing that sounds like the cross of a wild monkey and a bubbling brook. Have him do it for you sometime. My little siblings all gave me their own nicknames when they were little and learning to say such big, three-syllable names as mine, but it seems like they've all grown out of it and called me 'Kimberly' as they've gotten older.

2. What's a weird habit of yours?
Uh... Okay, so I basically have to pace back and forth to maintain any kind of decent/intelligent phone conversation. If I sit down while I'm talking on the phone, I go brain dead. It's like magic. A really bad habit of mine is neglecting emails. For, like, months and years. I'm such a terrible person, I know. 😟

3. Do you have any strange phobias?
I am sooo scared of ticks. I hate ticks. I freak out when I see ticks. Last week I was walking into my closet and saw a penny-sized bug crawling up the door facing to my closet—AND IT WAS A TICK. That just creeps me out so much MORE and I'm living in constant paranoia because how did it even get upstairs to my room?! Is its family living my closet?! In my clothes?! AHHHH. The house is ruined. Let us burn it to the ground.

(I'm highly terrified of ticks. But also highly sarcastic. So don't be too worried about my mental state.)

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