Your uniqueness is something to be valued.

{Editor’s Note: Usually this Sunday series is dedicated to sarcasm, but Jake’s message to the ladies feels like the right post to run this week. Maybe some of us just need to be reminded that we’re fearfully and wonderfully made.}

Women, you’re awesome. Really. You look good, smell good, and have a graceful way of doing most things. And I’m talking about normal, everyday women, not the made-up ones in movies. With this said, your items in the plus column outweigh the negatives. Unless you have a suitcase full of crazy, but that’s for another day.

The woman in Proverbs 31 was an ideal. She wasn’t one in particular, so don’t get too upset if you’re not living up to it. Now, if you have a problem getting into bar fights and feel the incessant need to complain about everything, those might be good personality traits to work on. On the other hand, you just being you is not a bad thing. [Read more...]

{Editor’s Note: Today’s post was written by Alisia Baker. You can read more about Alisia at the end of the post.}

Mary or Martha?

I come from a long line of women who think that we must always have our house presentable in case someone drops by, always decorate perfectly when hosting a shower, and always serve homemade goods for an event. I was taught at a very young age that you always keep a yellow cake mix in your pantry because you just never know when you might need to make something quickly. Maybe it has something to do with my last name being “Baker.”

These hosting rules have not always led me to make the smartest decisions though…

Recently a coworker of mine was struggling through several issues with her marriage and job. She caught me at my locker as we were both getting ready to leave work, we talked for several minutes, and I tried to encourage her about all the overwhelming stresses in her life. I sensed that she wanted to keep talking, and I felt called to invite her over to my apartment so that we could pray and talk some more, but in the back of my head I remembered all of the cleaning I needed to do first. I was too embarrassed to invite her over, and I dropped the ball by quickly wrapping up the conversation and stated that I would be praying for her. [Read more...]

Late 19th Century Couple © by Matthew Wilkinson

Last week my roommate asked me if I knew anything about adding air to the tires on her car. I promptly told her to call one of her guy friends because car issues always resulted, for me, in a phone call to my father or my good friend Jim. She said something about wanting to be a strong, independent woman, so in an effort to help a sister out, I told her everything I knew about low tires, including which places she should purchase a tire if airing it up was not successful.

Impressed by my knowledge of important details such as the PSI being listed on the driver’s door, she begged me to go with her and help her out. I sighed, then caved, and we headed out to the nearby gas station. I think I was still mumbling something about her calling her guy friend, and she–ever the optimist–said we could handle it. [Read more...]