Here's a glimpse of what she wrote:
Scales always lie. They don’t make a scale that ever told the truth about value, about worth, about significance.
And the thing about meausuring sticks, girl? Measuring sticks try to rank some people as big and some people as small — but we aren’t sizes. We are souls. There are no better people or worse people — there are only God-made souls. There is no point trying to size people up, no point trying to compare – because souls defy measuring.
You can’t measure souls.
And the moment you try to measure souls — you try to usurp God. And ain’t nobody needs reminding of who it was that tried to usurp God. Measuring people is alwaysdevilish work – and carrying around a measuring stick is a bit like carrying around a pitchfork.
Hope squeezes my hand tight.
I whisper it to her like a heart’s battle cry, like it could rally a generation of daughters and women and sisters:
Girls rival each other. Women revive each other.
Girls empale each other. Women empower each other.
Girls compare each other. Women champion each other.
Girls empale each other. Women empower each other.
Girls compare each other. Women champion each other.
And Hope, she smiles and she stands.
She stands.
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Lord, please help me to model this principle well for my daughters... not to rival, empale & compare. But to revive, empower, and champion. 15 months old may be about putting away toys, listening & obeying mommy, and not banging our sippy cup on the table. But, every so often, through a friend or article or whatever, I get a glimpse into this business of raising girls. It keeps me on my knees.
