Wow. I am not exactly certain how I have been in Alaska for six weeks already, but I have. With Module 1 completed and passed, too!
Forgive me, please. First for not writing and second for all of my jumbled thoughts. I really need to get back into the habit of writing every night.
My days begin earlier here- 5.45 am. At first I was waking at 6.30 am, but that quickly changed to earlier as I realized I needed more time to myself in the morning so that I was not a monster to my peers. Living and being with solely females almost all hours is teaching me a lot. I have never really had to be with only females before and when I did, I often found excuses to get away from all the estrogen. But it has been cold here in Homer. Today it is 37 F, i think. And it's WARM. How sad is that? I think I acclimated too quickly.
One thing God and I have been looking at together is submission. As a woman, I am to submit. As a woman of the Church, I am to submit to my husband. But what does that actually mean?
Merriam- Webster states: to yield to governance or authority
So then it is saying I am to yield to my husband, the church, to whomever?
It is such a heavy topic and everyone and their mother seems to have their own opinion. Seriously. My class has had so many discussions and arguments about what it means to submit and whether or not it is a good thing. So here is my opinion.
Submission is an honour. Ephesians 5 tells wives to submit and for husbands to love as Christ has loved the Church. What does it mean for husbands to love their wives as Christ loved the Church? Well... Christ DIED for His Bride. If a husband is to love his wife then he needs to be willing to die for her. Sorry, but I am ALL about this. If my man is willing to die for me, then I will be honoured to submit to him. If he is willing to die than that means that I can trust him with all I am. It means that no matter how preposterous something may seem, I am going to listen to his heart intention because I know that this man does not want to die. I also know that if it came to that, then he would. Because Christ did. And Christ is the example of all the Church (Colossians).
So yeah, maybe a woman should or should not be president or in Parliament or even a pastor in a church. I do not know and I do not really care to express my thoughts on the matter. But to submit is to honour and I will be so honored to submit to a man who is willing to love me the way Christ loved the Church. His Bride was in His heart. He is all about her.
Another thing God and I have been discussing is independence. Oh man, another weighty thing... Yet it goes so perfectly with submission. If I submit, then I am not doing something in independence. I kinda LOVE my independence. I like being able to discuss an option will pretty much myself. I also really like to travel. And, like a good ole American, I like to being able to do whatever BY MYSELF. But that is independence and not interdependence. For example, I ran out of food a couple a weeks ago and some of the girls from my school went and bought me food. Even if I wanted to be independent in that moment, I could not be. Interdependence was being forced on me. And it was a good thing. A very, very good thing. Let's just say this road of interdependence has been a long one, and it still looks pretty long.
Forgive me, please. First for not writing and second for all of my jumbled thoughts. I really need to get back into the habit of writing every night.
My days begin earlier here- 5.45 am. At first I was waking at 6.30 am, but that quickly changed to earlier as I realized I needed more time to myself in the morning so that I was not a monster to my peers. Living and being with solely females almost all hours is teaching me a lot. I have never really had to be with only females before and when I did, I often found excuses to get away from all the estrogen. But it has been cold here in Homer. Today it is 37 F, i think. And it's WARM. How sad is that? I think I acclimated too quickly.
One thing God and I have been looking at together is submission. As a woman, I am to submit. As a woman of the Church, I am to submit to my husband. But what does that actually mean?
Merriam- Webster states: to yield to governance or authority
So then it is saying I am to yield to my husband, the church, to whomever?
It is such a heavy topic and everyone and their mother seems to have their own opinion. Seriously. My class has had so many discussions and arguments about what it means to submit and whether or not it is a good thing. So here is my opinion.
Submission is an honour. Ephesians 5 tells wives to submit and for husbands to love as Christ has loved the Church. What does it mean for husbands to love their wives as Christ loved the Church? Well... Christ DIED for His Bride. If a husband is to love his wife then he needs to be willing to die for her. Sorry, but I am ALL about this. If my man is willing to die for me, then I will be honoured to submit to him. If he is willing to die than that means that I can trust him with all I am. It means that no matter how preposterous something may seem, I am going to listen to his heart intention because I know that this man does not want to die. I also know that if it came to that, then he would. Because Christ did. And Christ is the example of all the Church (Colossians).
So yeah, maybe a woman should or should not be president or in Parliament or even a pastor in a church. I do not know and I do not really care to express my thoughts on the matter. But to submit is to honour and I will be so honored to submit to a man who is willing to love me the way Christ loved the Church. His Bride was in His heart. He is all about her.
Another thing God and I have been discussing is independence. Oh man, another weighty thing... Yet it goes so perfectly with submission. If I submit, then I am not doing something in independence. I kinda LOVE my independence. I like being able to discuss an option will pretty much myself. I also really like to travel. And, like a good ole American, I like to being able to do whatever BY MYSELF. But that is independence and not interdependence. For example, I ran out of food a couple a weeks ago and some of the girls from my school went and bought me food. Even if I wanted to be independent in that moment, I could not be. Interdependence was being forced on me. And it was a good thing. A very, very good thing. Let's just say this road of interdependence has been a long one, and it still looks pretty long.
