Fight Like A Girl

                          


Deposed queens and disenfranchised wives. Slaves and spies. Heroines and harlots. Shepherdesses, timbrel-waving dancers, unlikely leaders, desperate mothers, reckless daughters, fearless widows…. the Bible shares the sagas of women who were both emboldened and imprisoned by their biology and culture. I wanted to know how to live out my walk with God as a woman of the Word so I turned to the study of the Bible's women--the ones everyone's heard of and the quiet, powerful ones hidden behind wider stories of triumph and tragedy.

This blog celebrates the wild-hearted women who crept in under the tent flaps of the patriarchy, the ones whose audacious faith was recognized and rewarded by their Maker and Master.

I want to join this sacred sorority. I want them to teach me to fight like a girl for the only prize worth winning--to hear the Lord Jesus say, "She has done what she could. Well-done."  




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