…fold herself into a very tiny space that God never wanted, that God never intended?
Here. Read this. I grew up with this kind of twisted theology. I read this aloud to my husband in the car yesterday.
I heard “act like a lady” more than I heard “I love you” or “you’re smart, keep at it.” I heard “act like a lady” when I talked too loud, when I played sports too well, when I showed my wide competitive streak in just about every endeavor. “Act like a lady,” which meant, to me, not show some backbone and strength and reach out and reach up but shut up, sit down, and stop taking up space.
When people learn from an early age that someone out there — a woman, an African American, a Syrian Muslim — is less than they are, then they begin to act accordingly. From all kinds of evil flows this kind of thinking. I don’t have the time to pray for people still espousing this sewage. I’d rather stand up, speak out, and fight. And that to me, is precisely what a woman does.