Freedom

If #thefutureisfemale

If the #futureisfemale, then why do we keep aborting our unborn daughters?

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If #thefutureisfemale, then why do we stand in solidarity for women to be maimed, deceived, reduced to a number/quota to be met, and sometimes even killed at the hands of greedy, murderous men who drive off in Mercedes at the end of the day, all in the name of "choice"?

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If #thefutureisfemale, why do we keep divorcing our husbands and yet demanding they still support us and our children financially while we live life as we please? Why do we think that leaving our daughters fatherless is something that should be tolerable?

 

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If #thefutureisfemale, why do we coddle towards a religion of hate and suppression? Why do we accept the normality that is head coverings, the belief that women are seen and not heard, and given no rights to education? This woman does NOT represent an American woman anyway.

 

If #thefutureisfemale, why do we demand that men not have a say about what we do with our bodies, but yet demand they legislate and fund what we do with our bodies?

 

If #thefutureisfemale, why do we continue to support and put celebrity women and government authorities on pedestals when they are nothing but sound bytes and pretty faces in our culture? These people really don't care about the fact that they have more resources and abilities to eradicate poverty, lack of education, and hatred amongst our sisters in other nations and here at home. They are the face of big non-profits that seek to play on our emotions to give and then pad the pockets of their CEO's.

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If #thefutureisfemale, why do we allow men that feel they are female to represent us as role models and athletes that compete against other women? We are allowing men to take over what it really means to be a female. To be female is to be born female.

 

If #thefutureisfemale, why do we continue to offer our bodies to men that aren't committed in marriage to us? If you're not married to him, tell him, "NO!". If that's a deal breaker to him, then he's not good enough for you anyway. We need to stop giving ourselves away so much. We have more worth than that! 

 

If #thefutureisfemale, why do we continue to allow media sources to divide and belittle us amongst skin colors and ethnicities, while allowing us to crowd streets and communities with our signs and shouts making it seem like we have a voice? Yes, racism still exists, and it will always exist just as every other sin will until the end of time.

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If #thefutureisfemale, why do we constantly nit pick one another in our appearances, our mothering, our beliefs, and our achievements?

 

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If #thefutureisfemale, then why do we seek to silence those women who do not believe as we do? Christian women are encouraged to stay mute while their non-Christian counterparts are welcomed to voice loudly their opinions, ideas, and greatest fears.

 

If #thefutureisfemale, then why do we allow men to prostitute our bodies thru movies, television, advertisements, pageants, and pornographic materials, and then call it art? 

If #thefutureisfemale, then we must stop holding onto the illusion that we have control and that we are somehow stronger when we stand for these things. These things only make us weaker. These things make us slaves. They make us slaves. We are more controlled than ever before.  

 

So, if #thefutureis(truly)female, then we clearly have no future...

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***I know some of you will be inclined to take every word of this sensitively. Clearly, I know that some divorces are justified, not every Muslim is hateful and oppressive, and so on. Please don't feel the need to comment to correct me. This is an opinion piece and based off of personal logic and experience.  

The Thickness in the Air.

Last Saturday, I had the worst panic attack of my life.  

 

I had been at an oil retreat for the afternoon. I woke up feeling a bit "off" that morning. My car was acting up and it looked as if I wouldn't even make it to the retreat. I was somewhat fine with this because of the way I was feeling.  

 

I felt an extreme heaviness in my chest. I was really down emotionally. Sad. Depressed. Somewhat checked out. But I mustered up the courage to go anyway, once I got the "go ahead" to take my car. 

 

It was about a forty minute drive thru the country. A beautiful drive. Not much to see except a few homes and a church or two. No gas stations. No stores. No restaurants. 

 

I sat thru four back to back sessions that lasted about 4 hours total.  

 

I could feel my anxiety begin to overwhelm me during that last thirty minutes. 

 

I couldn't stop fidgeting, shaking my legs, looking around...it was not a good combo with my hungry stomach.  

 

I have hunger anxiety. I mean when I say I obsess and worry over eating, I don't think I do that statement justice. I am mostly consumed by the thought of getting enough calories everyday. My bought of hyperthyroidism last year has conditioned me to be hyper hyper hypervigilant about eating and not feeling shaky.  

 

As soon as the session was over, dinner was to be served. Except, I couldn't stay. I couldn't. I had to jet out. I wanted to leave before it got totally dark outside. 

 

When my GPS never loaded and my battery life kept draining like a leaky faucet, I was in full panic mode before even leaving the parking lot.  

 

To make a lnger story, shorter, I ended up calling my husband, screamed on the phone to him that I needed him NOW and quickly pulled into a random baptist church parking lot to basically die. 

 

All of those panic attacks I've had before were like child's play compared to this guy. It was so bad, so severe, my heartbeat was just one continuous smash. It was beating so quickly I could not longer distinguish beats. My head was so overwhelmed with panic and fear with being totally lost, having a dying phone, low blood sugar, and the anxiousness that began at the retreat, I couldn't even see straight. Everything was surreal. Nothing made sense except that my death was near.  

 

Ive been on high alert since that moment on Saturday. I've not been able to effectively navigate my thoughts back to sanity except for one hour on Monday evening when I spent the entire time driving to my best friends house, praying aloud.  

 

It's amazing to see how deep and horrible Satan's attacks are. Even throughout the election season, we witnessed so many deep, ugly, disgusting truths revealed. The spiritual warfare in our land has been intense.  

 

I don't know if it's just been me, or maybe you're feeling it, too.  

 

Just like with the election results, I don't want to go backwards. I want to keep seeking truth and holding on to those truths. I want to discard the lies and the hate and the illusion that death has a real grip on me or this country.  

 

We have that opportunity to live in freedom. And we all need to take advantage of that.  

 

Love, Alicia