As a woman I feel so powerless.
I remember feeling so inspired and empowered when I would read anything regarding housewifery. The woman had so much influence. Her attitude and spirit set the tone for the entire house. The woman was the source of great joy in the home.
But the woman is not made with a heart of steel.
So what then? If a hard heart is not an option then what becomes of her? When the troubles of each day leave her too exhausted to lift even an eyelid? To whom shall she go when the world grows darker by the hour and she is afraid to open her eyes?
That much is obvious.
“And behold, I am sending forth the promise of My Father upon you; but you are to stay in the city until you are clothed with power from on high.”