Friday, December 27, 2013

To find or be found?

If a man's job is to "find" a 'good thing', should women be positioning themselves to be found?


This may not be a widespread concern and possibly not even a fleeting thought for most women, but I know a handful of women of whom toil over and toss this question/concern around. As a single woman who often goes around family and life-long friends, that constantly (yet lovingly) nag me about when I plan on settling down, I must admit, its something I've been guilty of mulling over as well.

From this vantage point, it seems the men have it easier. All they must do is pursue a woman, in hopes of finding one worthy of being called a "good thing" and make her their wife. The chase, the wooing, the commitment are all cards HE gets to play. Meanwhile, SHE acquiesces, in hopeful expectation that the 'HE that findeth', will stumble upon her (of all candidates) and be content with his choice.

Whether that's the reality or not, my question is: How does a woman position herself to be found?
Does she, "accidentally-on-purpose" join a church with a high percentage of available men?
Does she get dolled up each weekend to frequent the hottest lounges with her girls?
Does she accept every invite to a singles party?
Does she join Christian Mingle?

What's the method? Our society has come a long way from arranged marriages, and presents various forms of hook-ups as well as different viewpoints on who should pursue whom?

So is this scripture (Proverbs 18:22) outdated? Is it even relevant? Can a woman (go) find her 'good thing' in a man & still 'receive favor from the Lord'? Hmmm

I'm not settled on the issue (as I have female friends who have pursued their husbands & both are walking with the Lord); and I dare not say the scripture is outdated. I choose to believe (much like John Eldridge, author of "Wild at Heart") that there is a certain wildness and pursuit built into men just as a desire to be rescued is wired into women. As Christ pursued us to His heart, I like to believe men should pursue women unto their hearts.

I've experienced the secret of 'being found'. 11 years ago, much like Ruth (Ruth 1:16), I moved home from college to serve in my home church. While I devoutly committed myself to using the gifts God had given me, a Boaz of sorts (not my Boaz) 'found' me & inquired of me (see Ruth 2:5). We dated for some time and I must admit, God used that relationship to show me that what I thought was impossible--is WITH HIM, possible.

I still believe today, that though I prefer my couch, sweet tea and a nice book to the weekend street life; this has nothing to do with me "being found". The positioning (if any) a woman must do, has everything to do with her heart. Who & what she gives her time serving to is all the positioning she needs to be found. God can maneuver us into 'fields' where men might 'redeem' us and find their 'good thing'.

Pursued



You didn't look so intriguing at first glance

took me by the hand

wooed me with every chance

but still I was reluctant.

Your swag had no appeal

relentless efforts to seal the deal

not wanting to fall for something real

cuz then my will...I'd have to yield.

You did not catch my eye

sittin with you, while watching others that passed by

loose from your grip, wishing I could pry

not realizing harder, you would try.

Until I walked away

other gods put on display

Your Word beckoning for me to stay

like the seduction of an entree'.

Pursuit then took a turn

desperate for you, I did yearn

thirsty, panting...eyes to the Son.

Reniging on my chosen course

realizing You were my first

now I harbor no remorse

believing all of Your reports

I am who You say I am

therein lies the secret to my chains

releasing all those bitter pangs

causing me to throw up my hands!

*As I read Romans 11 today, I was enticed to think about my "engrafting" and saw my "chosen nation, royal priesthood" in a different light. Though the passage was deep...the Holy Spirit broke it down in the bite-size pieces he knows I often need and revealed to me more mysteries of my Master...futher helping me see that I am indeed a "friend" (b/c I know what the Master is doing). And tho i cant see the whole picture, I saw enough to cry, "HOLY HOLY HOLY...I am a woman of unclean lips...but I have seen the Lord..."

And this was the palpatation of my heart, after my praise went up.