There is an old, deep wound that I carry, that I’ve carried for almost as long as I’ve known my name. It is a girl child in a church pew, in a church where there could never be a woman pastor. The church believed in the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, so I didn’t understand why the Holy Spirit in me wasn’t as qualified to lead as the Holy Spirit in boys, but apparently it wasn’t. I wasn’t.
I grew up, read and traveled and lived both in and beyond the church, and there were more, similar woundings.
I’ve largely made my peace, mostly by saying, in actions & words, “That’s bullshit.” Today I said it with my vote.
My heart feels wrapped in love.