TABOO TUESDAY TOPIC: Womanhood-My Response to Bruce Jenner


 Bruce Jenner recently stated, “For all intents and purposes, I am a woman.” To which I respond, “No, Sir.  You are not.  You are simply a male who has bought into Satan’s lies!”  Men cannot fathom what it means to be a woman.  They can’t because they haven’t got a clue who a woman is.  To them it’s all about the outward appearance.  Cosmetics, a bra, and pantyhose, or even surgery to remove their equipment don’t make anyone a woman.  To all men I say:

If you really knew what it meant to be a woman, you wouldn’t want any part of it.  Every woman I know first truly realized her womanhood when she had her first period. That intimate knowledge that  she was cursed by God to bear pain, not just once or twice, But every month of her life until she became old and gray-haired, and then she would be considered useless anyway. Her life blood would gush forth, making her stomach cramp up in unbearable misery, and it would go on for days like that, until she wanted to scream at the stabbing.  But she couldn’t.  Life  had to go on, and she had to pretend that everything was fine.  She had to go to school or work, or just about her daily tasks as though there were nothing at all wrong.  If she couldn’t manage this, she would be considered a “b****” for “ragging” on those days.

Later she would possibly get a bit of respite from the pain, along with the knowledge that she was pregnant.  About to bear a child.  Joy would be inextricably mixed with the most intense pain she had ever known as she brought forth a new little being into this world. A life totally dependent on her.  Those breasts nourished that life, made it grow strong and healthy, and she watched in utter amazement as her baby grew taller and taller until finally he or she walked away and she was left with the sure knowledge that she was no longer needed or wanted by them.

Or maybe, like many women I know, that woman has never borne a child of her own, but has taken into her bosom another woman’s child to love and raise just as if she had given birth to it.  That capacity for extreme love is what makes a woman a woman.  That desire to nurture, to pour your life into others.  That ability for self sacrifice.  And not just the ability, but the desire.  That’s what makes us women.  Maybe that’s what God meant when He said, “Your desire will be for your husband.” God causes us to put aside the knowledge of pain, and want, no need, our family even when they don’t want or need us.

But that desire to nurture isn’t just confined to our family.  It spills over into our entire life.  It’s our essence.  We know almost from the beginning that we will never be considered as good as a man.  Our words will never be considered as important, even by those who claim to love us.  Our work will never be considered as valuable.  Think about it.  A man can make  more in one Christmas bonus than I did in an entire year laboring forty hours a week in my best year.   Even though I was a top salesperson for our entire district, it wasn’t good enough.    Yet we continue to do our best, we continue to talk even when no one is listening, because we feel that somehow, sooner or later, someone  will hear us, and maybe, just maybe, some tiny speck of what we’re saying will get through.

I think there are some men who have this true feminine spirit.  But it doesn’t diminish their manhood in any way.  It enhances it.  Some may foolishly mistake it for effeminacy, but it isn’t.  It’s a gift from God for a special work.   Why couldn’t God just give that work to a woman?  I don’t know.  Probably because the world doesn’t accept a woman as a minister or whatever the work calls for.  The world is a chauvinistic place.

But not all women have this gift either.  They see womanhood as a superficial beauty, a way to manipulate people into doing what they want.  I pity them so much.

Helen Reddy said, “I am woman, hear me roar”, but most women I know don’t roar.  They whisper.  At least most of the time!  The important things.  The things they want people  to remember.

Let me whisper in your ear.  Love the man God created you to be.  Please  don’t lose him.


About TeresaGPollard

Born and raised in Richmond, VA, I am a Christian Mom, Grandma, Sunday School Teacher, and now Author. My goal is to reach people with the Truth of God's Word and help them to apply it to their real world situations.
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