I’m circling back to some ideas that I touched on in my former post.I’ve been mulling over these ideas all week and there is a bit more I’d like to say on this idea of autonomy, the Self, and the God who heals all.
For centuries, women were told their worth came through service first to God, then to husband, then to children.
Feminism tore that model down, and rightly so, it had too often been used to justify silence, submission, and even abuse.
But in tearing down that system, a new idol was built: the autonomous woman.
The self-made woman. The one who says, “I am enough. I need no one.”
And after surviving pain, that message sounds holy. It sounds like freedom.
But it isn’t.
It’s a survival mechanism that calcifies into a prison.
Because when you’ve been betrayed or broken by those who were meant to protect you, trusting God feels dangerous, and trusting anyone else feels impossible.
So you turn inward and mistake self-protection for healing.
Yet the truth is this: we cannot heal alone, and we were never meant to.
God is not another master demanding obedience. He is the restorer of what was stolen.
He does not erase your autonomy; He redeems it.
He gives back the voice that was silenced, the tenderness that was weaponized, the faith that was shattered.
Healing begins when the illusion of self-sufficiency dies when we stop worshipping our own strength and allow God to meet us in the ruins.
B🤍
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