Genesis 3:16 KJV
[16] Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.
1 Peter 3:1 KJV
[1] Likewise, ye wives, be in subjection to your own husbands; that, if any obey not the word, they also may without the word be won by the conversation of the wives;
But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. -1 Timothy 2:12
Esther 1:20 KJV
[20] ...all the wives shall give to their husbands honour, both to great and small.
Numbers 30:13 KJV
[13] Every vow, and every binding oath to afflict the soul, her husband may establish it, or her husband may make it void.
…In the old time, the holy women also, who trusted in Yahveh, adorned themselves, being in subjection to their own husbands, even as Sarah obeyed Abraham, CALLING HIM MASTER. – 1 Peter 3:5-6
Wives, SUBMIT YOURSELVES unto your own husbands, AS UNTO THE MASTER. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as the Messiah is the head of the assembly and He is the savior of the body. Therefore as the assembly is subject unto the Messiah, so the wives to their own husbands in everything. –Ephesians 5:22-24
Not because we have not power but to make ourselves an example unto you to follow us. – 2 Thessalonians 5:21
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So women's roles have always kind of been a doozy for me...
My mom was an independent man-hater who took pride in the strength of the single mom and was really only a few stages shy of all out bra-burning, except that she had abandoned hers in the 70s in an attempt to free herself from female oppression...
I was raised to be a strong woman. Born with a stubborn will, my parents fostered that drive in an effort to prepare me for a man-loving world. That I might grow up and be fierce, never needing another (least of all a male counterpart) to support me in anyway unless, of course, by my choice and only then by my terms. That was my foundation. Those were the goals laid out for me from the moment my first chromosomes were finally identified. That was the world I grew up in.
My husband? His mother was a strong woman raised by an even stronger willed woman alongside some sisters that could book it in a biker's bar with the best of them.
Sex sells and as a woman your sexuality is your greatest tool. The only way to get what you want is to be manipulative. Men and women are equals and anything men can do women can do just as well or better. The enemy, Yahveh rebuke him, has craftily spun this ornate web of lies and confusion to snag any young girl raised in today's world.
So...I grew up. And I met an amazing man that was just cool and calm enough to handle my hot head...
-----------fast forward----------
As an adult, my husband is disabled and financial support is my sole responsibility. Of course, I don't mind because my husband is perfect (could not ask for better) and I love my job. I work as a boss over men and women of all ages. Sometimes I have to be mean. Sometimes I have to fire people. I am strong and independent because THAT'S MY JOB.
And, though sometimes I fall short (like I spent an extra 10 minutes working on this blog after he asked me to microwave some tacos...), I am submissive and subservient to my husband because THAT IS MY PLACE. And that place is more powerful (and safe because he is also my cover) than any other role I could play. My righteousness speaks far louder than a lecture or sermon ever could. I don't say anything without my husband's approval, ESPECIALLY if it is controversial (trust me, that's probably a good thing because he censors out half of the things I would like to say sometimes ;)
I know a lot of couples that fight a lot. We rarely ever do. And we never stay mad. I love him more than anything and live to serve as his help meet (Genesis 2:18) and that is what is pleasing in the eyes of Elohim. By serving my husband, I am serving my Creator because it is by Yah that this system has been ordained.
It is truly amazing the changes in our lives when we both started playing our roles the way we were meant to be.
Shalom!
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