Funny, the title entered my mind as I began typing.
Clock reverses and steers back into time.
There was a time when at West Ga the only song on the radio was Maxwells’ “A Woman’s Work.”
That song enters my heart and space at a convenient time.
Earlier today, I texted Chantal that “Us girls are fighting a legacy of rejection and hatred. The only way to win is the faithfulness to the Lord and success in a holistic fashion. #rise up”
When I looked over the message, I realized that the alarm rang louder and more true than I originally thought. At a time when chaos seems to the the main order of the day, women over the globe are doing what they can to keep one another encouraged in such a travailing journey.
Yes, in 2015, prayer circles, book clubs, social media groups, text messages, video/cellular calls, and letters hold together generations of women. We still find ourselves at times on the receiving end of male hatred whether from our fathers, brothers, cousins, employers, lovers, pastors, doctors, or random strangers.
In spite of these attempts to disintegrate the heart and will of women, we stand. Sometimes our stance comes from no room to fall at all. But in those moments, a supportive voice of another female voice from the past or now, helps us keep the towel off the floor or the middle of the ring.
We have too much to lose if we quit or stall. Rest and relaxation sometimes evades us until a willing soul tags us out of the ring of life. Cheers to the sisters and scores of women around the world that check in on their friends, sisters, old colleagues, cohorts, or dismayed strangers in the street. Thank you. Many of days and nights, you kept my soul from growing cold.