We who preach and write, do so in a manner different from which the Scriptures have been written. We write while we make progress. We learn something new every day. We speak as we still knock for understanding...If anyone criticizes me when I have said what is right, he does me an injustice. But I would be more angry with the one who praises me and takes what I have written for Gospel truth than I would be with the one who criticizes me unfairly. -Augustine

Raising Girls

Today’s Moment comes from a mom who was moved to write to me about the recent devotional on Masonry Daughters. Here is what she wrote:


I appreciate these Daily Moments. I share many of them with my husband and young children and could comment on almost all of them. However, I was especially encouraged to find a Christian resource with some objectivity when I read your thoughts about Masonry Daughters. It seems that many conservative Christians emphasize that to be a good Christian girl, one must enjoy tea parties and baby dolls.

Personally, I fit that mold and I expected that my baby girl would be born a mini-model of myself. I couldn’t wait to invest in delicate china tea sets, fancy baby dolls . . . anything flowery and feminine for my future ballerina. Except that she hated ballet. She rejected all dolls in favor of animals; and getting on a filthy, stinking horse was her idea of heaven. (My apologies to horses, whom I have now come to respect.)

I have to admit, I was a little baffled by her at first, but I followed her bent, and found a barn where she could ride horses and hold newborn lambs. Actually, God found that for her. I just went with the flow. For a flicker of a moment, I was disappointed that my daughter and I would not bond over my passions. Quickly I realized that God’s design for her was far superior to my limited vision–and the limited vision of some of the religious material that was presented to me.

Both my son and daughter are taught how to cook, clean, and love those around them. I have come to cherish the unique perspectives and interests of my daughter. For years she bristled when I requested that she act like a lady. Please don’t misunderstand, I am not degrading lady-like behavior, but when you’re birthing a new born lamb, or giving an enema to a new born foal . . . well, there is nothing lady-like about it.

Now, I gently reminder her to act like a child of God and she understands. Femininity isn’t limited to flowers, flounce and fancy manners–although I personally enjoy all that. A woman of God, I believe, is one who follows God’s true calling for her life with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and controlled spirit. It took my daughter to show me that. Now I praise God daily that he has chosen me to be blessed and broadened by this very special girl!

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