I know a bunch of them. I know a slew of ladies who were once sucked into the hype of the Women's Liberation Movement. Sounds so liberating, doesn't it? Women burned their undergarments, and scoffed at their mothers' and grandmothers' apron-strings. They scorned women who "chose" to stay home, change diapers, and bake cookies. The "libbers' got up earlier than usual, donned their jackets, skirts and pantsuits. They dropped off their children to the daycare of choice and went hopscotching off to work in their high-heeled pumps. Of course, not all women did that. I know. I had some dear ladies who cared for my little ones in the sixties and early seventies when I swallowed the feminine rhetoric hook, line, and sinker. Only I struggled to get myself up, juggle meal preparations, and homemaking. I battled the guilt of leaving my children without a mom to lay claim to fulfilling life?
Praise God, the Lord showed up at my doorstep through the visitation of one of those women who found purpose in being a wife, mother and Christian witness. Only the Father above knows what may have happened to me had I continued on the path that liberating women were paving for me. I'm one of the lucky ones. I'm a much happier woman today than I was in the 60's and 70's. Then, life was all about me, my happiness, my comfort, my goals, my ambitions--my freedom. Welcoming Christ into my life opened my mind, heart and soul to a freedom and liberty no movement on this earth could equal. The Lord restored to me the years the locust had eaten. As I sit here thinking about the wasted years and lost memories, I remain forever grateful for His abundant grace. Without Him happiness would still be the momentary high from a raise in salary, a job promotion, a pat on the back, and a cold, empty heart. selahV
