... for eating cereal at my desk.
No, not milk on my sunday school lessons notes. I am very careful. This morning, as I ate a bowl of Kashi, I decided to poke around the internet a bit while I ate. I was up at my usual time; even got a hoodie and sweatpants on so I could run out with my camera before it was too late, and catch the sunrise while I stood on a picnic table. I almost fell off because there was a fine layer of frost, and Birkenstock clogs are not known for their grip. Anyway, I was working on my Sunday school lesson once I got off the picnic table.
While I ate, I noticed who Twitter suggested I follow. Because I follow quite a few ladies, I get suggestions for ladies I should follow. I clicked on one (who shall remain nameless) and looked at her blog. She describes herself in her twitter bio as a "blogger." I don't do that. I mean, how meaningful is it? Aren't there like, a billion bloggers out there? Isn't that like saying "I'm human?" Anyway, as I clicked and viewed a few blogs authored by women I am unfamiliar with, I was intrigued by many of them. These ladies wrote about nothing but women's issues. How does the bible address this female-related issue? How does this affect me, as a woman? How are women represented in this scenario? In this realm? In that sphere? It's all about women. These ladies testify that they are interested in biblical womanhood. Yet, many of the blogs seemed to be about nothing more than saying "Aren't we women special?" If we heard men saying that, we'd get our knickers into a knot and cry, "sexism." No, women are not more virtuous because we can give birth, endure chick movies, or find a good deal at Target.
Earlier in the week, I posted about being gracious in our comments to other people in the blog world. This conviction I had was bound to turn around and nab me; it was inevitable. That's the way these things work. As I read, kind of disgusted with some of the material, I remembered the person on the other side of the screen. One of those persons couldn't be 30 years old. She's enthusiatic, she's determined to be a biblical woman, but maybe she has some things to learn. Maybe I need to just let her learn them. Maybe I came across like I knew it all at that age too. Maybe I still do. Lord preserve me from being a know-it-all. Maybe I'm just being a big jerk with my attitude. Maybe I should just finish my cereal and concentrate on my lesson.
Yes, these lessons we learn come back to bite us when we least expect it.