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my underground resistance

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remember when i wrote about how crazy things have been recently? they remain to be so–and have actually gotten a bit more mental due to my darling girl swapping nappies for knickers this week–however a sweet friend re-introduced me to a powerful poem yesterday that has brought yet more encouragement and awesome perspective.

i have written about poetry only a handful of times before on the blog so you may or may not know that poetry is one of my secret loves.

good poetry is cathartic (for both the author and reader), emotive, inspiring and encouraging–even if that encouragement comes in the form of realising that another human has indeed felt the deep pain and sadness that you feel. it puts words to emotions we ourselves may not be able to find and can call us to something larger and grander. and, as chris henrikson points out in this AMAZING talk, poetry can literally change a person.

poems like, you are my wild and the resistance, have touched me to the core and brought me to tears numerous times.

this poem that i share with you below is no exception. i heard it spoken out a few years ago and since being re-introduced, i have read it over and over and each time i have wept as i realise how off my perspective on my position is, and then i find new hope, new life and new encouragement in my identity as a woman and a mother.

things are indeed crazy in this season of young children, but, like christianna reed maas points out, ‘i birth the freedom fighters. in the great war i am a leader of underground resistance… [and] heaven stands in honour of my mission’.

here’s to walking in THAT identity!

i am a woman by christianna reed maas

My willingness to carry life is the revenge, the antidote, the great rebuttal of every murder, every abortion, and every genocide. I sustain humanity. Deep inside of me, life grows. I am death’s opposition.
I have pushed back the hand of darkness today. I have caused there to be a weakening tremor among the ranks of those set on earth’s destruction. Today a vibration that calls angels to attention echoed throughout time. Our laughter threatened hell today.
I dined with the greats of God’s army. I made their meals, and tied their shoes. Today, I walked with greatness, and when they were tired I carried them. I have poured myself out for the cause today.
It is finally quiet, but life stirs inside of me. Gaining strength, the pulse of life sends a constant reminder to both good and evil that I have yielded myself to Heaven and now carry its dream. No angel has ever had such a privilege, nor any man. I am humbled by the honor. I am great with destiny.

I birth the freedom fighters. In the great war, I am a leader of underground resistance. I smile at the disguise of my troops, surrounded by a host of warriors, destiny swirling, invisible yet tangible, and the anointing to alter history. Our footsteps marking land for conquest, we move undetected through the common places.

Today I was the barrier between evil and innocence. I was the gate keeper, watching over the hope of mankind, and no intruder trespassed. There is not an hour of day or night when I turn from my post. The fierceness of my love is unmatched on earth.

And because I smiled instead of frowned the world will know the power of grace. Hope has feet, and it will run to the corners of earth, because I stood up against destruction.

I am a woman. I am a mother. I am the keeper and sustainer of life here on earth. Heaven stands in honor of my mission. No one else can carry my call. I am the daughter of Eve. Eve has been redeemed. I am the opposition of death. I am a woman.

BOOM.

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