I am a mother of two daughters.
I am a woman and a wife.
I am a daughter and a sister.
I am an aunt and a niece.
I am a grand daughter and a daughter-in-law.
I am adopted.
I am a sister-in-law, a mentor, a friend, a cousin, an ex-girlfriend, a woman of color.
I am a woman saved by Grace.
I am a bad poet, a jaded idealist, an adventurer, a writer, a musician, a dreamer, a baker, a cook, an artist, a reader, a lover of fashion, a crusader, a supervisor, a change maker, a change yearner, a decorator, a believer of prayer, a searching soul.
I am passionate, loud, stubborn, sensitive, brash, compassionate, competitive, loving, annoying, zealous, animated, joy-seeking, inquisitive, independent, dependent, pessimistic with a twist of sunshine, goal-oriented, achieving, path making, privileged, and humbled daily.
And yet it feels that the church only focuses on one thing.
I am so much more than my lady parts. My vagina. My uterus. My birth control. My reproductive rights. My fertility. My pregnancies. My miscarriage. My sexual history. My purity. My impurity. My female-ness.
Christ knows I am more.
He knows women are more.
I am a daughter of His.
I am a follower.
I am a player in humanity.
And because of this,
NOTE: I am stealing and reposting Rachel Held Evans’ comment policy concerning the positional content of this post. It reads as follows: Please stay positive with your comments. If your comment is rude, it gets deleted. If it is critical, please make it constructive. If you are constantly negative or a general ass, troll, or hater, you will get banned. The definition of terms is left solely up to us.