Girls Behaving Badly!

It’s Friday. And I was totally planning to continue the For Girls Only series. Then, something happened… I ended up working until after midnight on Thursday night to prepare for a conference at work this weekend. So, instead of writing something fresh for you, I pulled out and dusted off a post from last summer. Most of you probably haven’t read it and it does stick with the “Girls” theme that we’ve been having here on Fridays. Plus, it’s a little lighter than some of the really heavy stuff we’ve had on Fridays lately.

Guys, if you want to read along, you can. This one shouldn’t scandalize you too badly!

And now, from July 2009:

Last weekend when I, my brother, and a friend went to the coast, I did something I rarely do on vacation—I shopped.  For just a few hours after lunch, the three of us found ourselves walking through all of the tourist-trappy shops on Front Street in Beaufort, NC and having a marvelous time.

My favorite thing to drop money on while on vacation at the coast is good, cheap silver jewelry.  I’ve been wearing my same twisty ring for a couple of years now and so I set out with that in mind.  But after a few hours and a dozen shops with no luck, I gave up.  That’s when a pink t-shirt caught my eye.  The caption on it made us laugh and they had my size, so I bought it and dragged it home.

I have to say, I’m thoroughly pleased with my purchase—not just because it’s cute, but because God spoke to me through the message on it:

“Women Who Behave Rarely Make History.”

A woman who can’t behave.  Yep.  That’s me!

I lived a whole chunk of my life, wrapped in the graveclothes of who I thought I had to be.  Good little girls don’t yell.  Or cry in public.  Or smoke.  Or cuss.  Or drink.  Or paint their nails.  Or wear colored underclothes.  Or wear high heels.  Or date boys with long hair.  They sit with their ankles crossed.  And say, Yes Ma’am, No Sir, Please, and Thank you.  And send prompt thank you notes for gifts.  And work in the nursery every third Sunday.  And make potato salad for Homecoming Sunday.

The more people told me or tried to show me who they thought I needed to be, the more I lost myself.  And the more I rebelled.  But I rebelled secretly.  I did everything I shouldn’t do—in private.  I cussed and smoked and drank and painted my nails and dated boys with long hair and snuck out of the house and lied to my parents and teachers.  (Sorry Mom!  Sorry Dad!  Sorry Mr. Stephens!)

Before I knew Jesus, I thought I had to act a certain way to earn His love.  The truth is that Jesus’ love isn’t based on what I do, but on the fact that I’m His.  As I have gone through the process of learning how to love Him and learn His love for me, it has helped me to learn who I am.  Once He has taught me who I am, then I no longer have to listen to the people who tell me who I am.

I think that I’m still in the process of learning.  I don’t think I’ve arrived yet.  But I’m far enough along the way that God has started teaching me another interesting truth: He loves bad girls and uses bad girls.  And in fact, some of the girls that we look at and consider to be “bad,” He doesn’t.

Monday night, I was praying for a friend who is going through some things that are similar to some things that I’ve been through.  I felt my friend’s pain and for a moment was overwhelmed by the thought: Who am I to think that I can effectively pray for him?  I’ve got areas in my life that I’m struggling to trust God right now.  But just as soon as I thought it, God said, “You are strong!  You are a Deborah—a warrior woman!” 

Honestly, I didn’t know a lot about Deborah.  I mean, sure, I know that she was an Old Testament judge, but that was really all I knew.  But if God’s going to tell me I’m like her, then I want to know about her.  I borrowed Mama’s Life Application Study Bible (because I’d left my study Bible in the trunk of my car) and I read Judges.  I was amazed!

Deborah was a gutsy chick.  She was a prophetess and God gave her a word that the Israelites should attack a group of their enemies.  So, she went to Barak (the general of the Israeli army) and told him.  Barak not only believed her, but he refused to go unless she went with him.  So, she did.  She didn’t even hesitate.  But she warned Barak, “A woman is going to win this battle.” 

The misbehaving warrior-woman that won the battle wasn’t Deborah.  It was my new hero—Jael.   This lady was Keira Knightley’s Guinevere (from King Arthur) and Miranda Otto’s Eowyn (from Lord of the Rings) all rolled up in one.  When the Israelites had destroyed the armies of their enemy, the commander of the enemy army (a guy named Sisera) fled and hid in the tent of a woman named Jael.  Sisera knew that he would never be found here and so, relaxing, he fell asleep.  While he was sleeping, Jael took a hammer and a tent peg and drove the peg through Sisera’s head, killing him.  Then, she went out to Deborah and Barak and said, “Hey, come look what I’ve got for you.”

As I walk out the ministries and missions of my life, I want to go armed like one of God’s warrior-women.  I want to have the wisdom and courage and cunning of Deborah and Jael.  I want to march through the battles of life, covered with God’s armor and doing His work.  And if I have to misbehave a little get His work done, I believe that God will empower me to use my hammer and tent peg! I CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST!

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  1. From what I’ve learned of you thus far… you are a gutsy chick yourself! Great post, Sarah!

    No colored underclothes? Hmmm….

  2. I love that saying about well behaved women!

    One day we will meet face to face, and you will see that I laugh a little to loud, and not at all like a lady. Seriously, if I laugh in a crowded room, people are startled into silence. I’m cool with that.

    I know. Not exactly a warrior woman, but that’s okay…

    You are a strong woman, Sarah. Don’t forget that.

  3. Love that saying – its so freeing!

    Enjoy life – fully living every moment!

  4. Now I know exactly what I’m going to guest post about. 😉

    Well written. As someone who didn’t know she was “behaving badly” until I was 13 and started attending a ‘holiness’ church, I agree with you – there is something amazingly liberating when you realize Jesus never intended for you to be a china doll. He wants you to be fierce….a lioness…

  5. I love that story! My friend wanted to name her daughter Jael. Haha! Great post and I hope you get a chance to slow down soon.

  6. It’s my opinion that one has to be very courageous to go shopping these days. 🙂 Loved your post!

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