I am #2599

I am #2599.

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.

My vagina.

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,

I am #2599.

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.

I’m thankful for…

Day 6: I’m thankful for technology. To be truthful, not always, but generally I am thankful for technology and that it allows me to know what’s going on in the world with real time updates (BBC 2012 Election coverage anyone?).

Day 7: I’m thankful for my morning cup of coffee (okay, coffee in general). I’m not sure if it’s a physical need but more of a routine, an emotional need to get my day started off on the right foot. No matter how scream-y, whiny, or angelic my family is in the morning, if I can just get that one cup going it makes everything so much better. And really, a cup in the morning with some toast or at work with some co-workers, a cup in the afternoon to stave the post-lunch slump, or a cup in the evening with good company…I am very thankful for coffee.

I’m thankful for…

Get out and VOTE!

Day 5: I’m thankful for my freedoms. I’m thankful that I live in a country where, even when it might not always seem obvious, I have the ability to choose and to make a difference. Sometimes I may feel dismayed or discouraged by the bureaucracy of freedom (ironic, no?) but ultimately, I am so blessed to be able to live my life how I see fit. Tomorrow (or yesterday or today if you’re an early or absentee voter) I am going to vote at my polling site, and tomorrow I will help to decide the future–for better or for worse. As a woman, as a person of color, and as a member of humanity, I am eternally grateful that I live in a country that deems my person-hood to be worthy of choice and worthy of a say.