Shoot like a Girl | Privilege

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Day 51: In my neighborhood.

I stood in my quiet suburban neighborhood and looked down at the patch of wildflowers at my feet. Country fields and roadside valleys are filling now with Bluebonnets, Indian Paintbrush, Evening Primrose, and Verbena. Legend in Texas has it that I can pluck every color but blue. Blue is privileged. Blue is protected. Even though blue is every bit as much of a weed as the rest of the color growing around it, it’s held in higher regard.

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The red is lovely. The green has its own delight. The yellow is breathtaking. But blue is deemed worthy.

I am blue.

I was born blue. And even though as a child I wanted to be any color but blue because every other color I saw had more love and had more life than blue, I was born blue. 

I am still blue. Though I may have been stepped on and my petals ripped, though I may have wondered if there would ever be a field for growing or water for nourishing, I am still blue.

I will die blue. As much as I attempt to hide my own hue or become a rainbow of color so that no one really sees me, I will die blue.

Even though I understand my worth as no greater or less than any other color – even if I see us all as fortunate weeds that are blessed with beauty – I am yet blue.

And in that moment, my prayer becomes this –that my presence may help and not harm, complement rather than compete, that the privilege of my blue might become a protection for the rest of the garden, that the honor given this one weed may be used to honor others.

Or else there is no beauty in blue.

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Helping you hold on to what is real and true.

We're in this together, and I am for you. I secure road signs with a hammer of hope, and clear the debris so they can be seen. Call me your spiritual aunty, the one who you can trust with the hard conversations. I am your encourager. I walk and keep walking. Cheer and keep cheering. I invest, dive deep, and cherish the stories being written in the lives of women like you who long to believe restoration is a reality on earth as it is in heaven. God holds the pen in those stories, and He delights in you.  I OFFER REAL HOPE FOR YOU, PURPOSE-WEARY WARRIOR. You'll love One Woman Can Change the World: Reclaiming Your God-Designed Influence and Impact Right Where You Are. It's available wherever books are sold. I'm honored to be represented by Credo Communications.

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10 thoughts on “Shoot like a Girl | Privilege”

  1. Ronne,
    A friend of mine was sharing with me a thought a few months ago. He asked me “why is the sky blue?” and I had never wondered that before. He proceeded to share with me that blue reminds him of being welcomed, and that maybe the sky was created a steady blue with hints of other colors woven in an out, but sure blue because God wanted to communicate to us that we are welcomed. your beautiful expression here reminded me of his thoughts of blue skies. you are lovely. thank you for being you.

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