I was thinking today: I’ve been married for about three years. I’m twenty-three years old. But here I am, writing a series on submission.
Is that arrogant? Because I’ve got a confession to make: I’m not very good at it!
I suppose I should have been clearer on that point at the beginning. I’m writing this series because I need to hear it. Not because I’ve got the market cornered. Just ask my husband! He reads my drafts (often, not always), and I can tell you what he’s thinking: she can say it, but can she live it?
To a certain extent, this whole journal is full of me writing about subjects I’m not so good at living. But submission is particularly humbling for me, because there are all kinds of godly women out there (probably including some of the ones I criticized in this post) who really don’t struggle with submission–the way some women don’t struggle with discussing intricacies of theology. We have strengths and we have weaknesses, by God’s grace, and for some women, submission is a strength!
But not for me. I struggle. I’m stubborn. I’m independent. I usually tell people when I think they’re wrong. I’m opinionated.
Please keep that in mind if you’re reading here. You’re reading the story of my struggle to understand and internalize the command of God for me to be submissive to my husband. I’m writing what I learn from Scripture, yes, and I’ll write with conviction, but I’m studying first and foremost to convict my own heart. These words spring out of frailty, not accomplishment.
