Feminine Toughness

The quest for true femininity is difficult in a culture full of emasculate men and chauvinistic women, who hardly understand their gender, let alone that consequent role. There are a lot of characteristics Christian women strive for that are certainly important: modesty, gentleness, hospitality, submission, contentment, graciousness, &etc. But during a family meeting this evening something my father said struck me in a new way.


Our family discussion this evening led to the responsibility of older children to encourage, correct and especially to lead younger children by example. The respect and privileges that you naturally gain with age are also accompanied by responsibility. Taking up to that responsibility, having the courage to lead, and the discipline to resist the temptations and allurements of the world takes what my dad referred to as toughness. And he was not just talking to his sons!


Think of Rahab, hiding those spies in the basket, while soldiers from the king demand she hand over the men they knew had come to her. I do not imagine she stood in her kitchen anxiously wringing her hands behind a dish towel, and biting her bottom lip while she lied to those men. I do not imagine that Abigail wasted time nervously fretting about how to approach David and his men when the Bible tells us “Then Abigail made haste and took two hundred loaves and two skins of wine and five sheep already prepared and five seahs of parched grain and a hundred clusters of raisins and two hundred cakes of figs…”. And somehow, I do not really believe that the Veggie Tale version of Ester accurately displays the young queen’s emotions, as if she was nervous and shaky, and terrified. Could a faltering woman put the kind of fear into Haman that we’re told she does in Ester 7:6 when just after revealing his plot Haman “was terrified before the king and the queen.” (emphasis added)


Boldness. Courage. Strength.


Totally, completely, entirely feminine toughness.


So here’s a news flash: Tough is not Angelina Jolie as Mrs. Smith (Mr. and Mrs. Smith), or Franky (Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow), it is not Kurtz’s African Mistress in Joseph Conrad’s The Heart of Darkness, or Agent 99’s stubbornness. Tough is not found in enduring a 10-hour workday. You don’t need a gun, a sword, success, power, or even army greens to be tough. You don’t even need bulging biceps or thighs of steel. Toughness is not only physical.


Webster says it is: “demonstrating a strict and uncompromising attitude or approach.”


It’s a characteristic that every Christian needs. Even women.


Or perhaps, especially women, because we’re emotional, and fragile and need to be protected; because we are divinely deigned the weaker vessels; and because there is something in us that is more easily swayed in the midst of adversity of any kind. Because God created us feminine, beautiful, gentle, sweet, and lovely.


In so many ways toughness seems to be a contrast to what we would expect biblical femininity to be, but in so many more ways I think it beautifies true femininity.


This for a moment of what would happen to our families, our churches, and our culture if we had truly beautiful women demonstrate a strict, yet gentle and uncompromising attitude toward godliness? What would happen to our families if we had godly, beautiful wives demonstrate an uncompromising approach to submission? To gentleness? To contentment? What would happen to our churches if the young girls took an uncompromising approach to purity and modesty?


Toughness is not masculine. It’s not rough. It’s not dirty. Toughness is a firmness of mind, conviction and spirit that every Christian needs. Perhaps the apostle Paul is admonishing us to be a little tougher when he tells us in Ephesians 6 to stand firm.


We live in a postmodern world swayed by a relativistic philosophy that has caused even good Christians to lower their standards of godliness and Christian living. Perhaps we’ve not completely lost our sense of good and evil, but so many things have been lost in a hazy fog of “grey.” We’re no longer tough. We’re weak and flimsy, and easily swayed back and forth by every contemporary fad that catches our eye, or pulls our heart strings.


And where’s the beauty in that, I’d like to know? Dad hit it home with a brief touch on personal responsibility and Christian toughness. Girls, we can’t be truly feminine if we aren’t able to stand firm.


“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the power of his might. Put on the whole armor of God so that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil.” (Ephesians 6:10-11)

A Clock's Striking Midnight

I've had the Steven Curtis Chapman hit "Cinderella" stuck in my head all day. These particular lines struck me as I was watching Anna related in her 2-year-old way the cares and burdens of dressing her dolly. I don't think you have to be a father to appreciate the words of this song. In fact, I know you don't even have to have children of your own, because as I looked at her, and her sweet baby face, I couldn't help but sigh, knowing that soon enough she'd be grown.

She spins and she sways
To whatever song plays
Without a care in the world
And I'm sitting here wearing
The weight of the world on my shoulders

It's been a long day
And there's still work to do
She's pulling at me Saying "Dad, I need you
There's a ball at the castle
And I've been invited
And I need to practice my dancing
Oh, please, Daddy, please?"

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight And she'll be gone....

...Well, she came home today with a ring on her hand
Just glowing and telling us all they had planned
She says, "Dad, the wedding's still six months away
But I need to practice my dancing
Oh, please, Daddy, please?"

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms

'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight

And she'll be gone.

Then I found these pictures of our own sweet Cinderellas. Our darling princesses. And I couldn't believe how much they've grown. The words of that song rang true-- all too soon the clock will strike midnight.

Aliza at one week

Aliza now- 4 years old

Anna at one week old

Anna now- 2 1/2

I still remember the summer Aliza was born- the day she was born, even. We'd gone 13 years without a baby girl. Needless to say we were all quite smitten with our little bundle wrapped in pink (not to say we still aren't-- it's very curious how a blond-haired brown-eyed beauty can manage a household if you let her.) We would all rotate walking her up and down our street for hours in the afternoons. Dressing her morning, noon, and night was a delight as well, and Mom soon complained of all the laundry we were going through for one little girl (and she still does, by the way :-)). She quickly became the life of the household, our little Rosebud, Princess and Poppet.

Anna's birthday was quiet and peaceful, and she was here before any of us had time to wonder how much longer we would have to wait. She was sweet and smiley when she wasn't sleeping. I took to calling her Sunshine before she was a month old, and it has stuck. She still is a little sunbeam of happiness wherever she is. She puts us to shame sometimes with her sweet, helpful ways, and the willingness she has to help anyone with all the mundane task around the house. Her own little personality is starting to shine more brightly as she gets older. Just last week she was caught talking on her plastic cell phone-- not to grandma, or daddy, but to "Ty-ler" who happens to be an eligible 2-year-old from church. :)

And I suppose if my mom read this post she would smile and say I've forgotten that not so long ago I was the 2-year-old running around in diapers. Well, this picture is for those memories...

Angela and me- 1 and 3