Welcome to A Narrow-Minded Woman
It is my prayer that you would find this site helpful in understanding who God is more clearly.
A Little About Me
I’m a wife, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a daughter-in-law, a sister-in-law, a baker, a small business owner, a former health care worker, a doula, a homemaker, an aspiring writer, a research nerd, a board gamer, an over-all geek, a Texan, a sweet ice tea drinker, and, most importantly, a Child of God.
I grew up in a Christian home in a very small community in east Texas. The church I grew up in averaged less than a hundred on any typical Sunday. I didn’t learn much about theology or defending what I believed but I did learn about loving and serving our brothers and sisters in Christ and those who are in need. In this church, I learned about how to love someone even when you do not always agree with them. I learned about loving people through the struggles of life and celebrating the joys. I learned about sacrificing for those who you may never meet. This church is one of the most mission-minded churches I have ever had the pleasure to be involved in. For example, there is about 100 or so active members in this church yet year after year they donate around or over 2,000 boxes to Operation Christmas Child. These are not rich people but they are a giving people. Can you imagine if half the churches in America gave like this? What would this country, this world look like?
My husband and I belong to a very young church plant near our home. We were one of the founding families and this has been a very exciting adventure for us. My husband handles the website maintenance, announcement graphics, the sound board, the post-processing/editing of the sermon, and the podcast maintenance. I am in charge of creating the sermon slides, the song lyric slides, the projector, co-lead a women’s Bible study, and help out my husband with his tasks when I can. We love our church so much.
My family has always been very involved in church. My mom has played the piano for the church for as long as I can remember and my dad has lead the singing for almost as long. We were at church every Sunday morning, evening, and Wednesday evening services, business meetings, and fellowships. I cannot remember ever not believing there is a God, that Jesus died for our sins, that Jesus is the only way to Heaven, or that the Bible is God’s Word. There were times where I wondered if it was all true and for most of my life I believed that the Bible wasn’t true in all areas but I never didn’t believe. I came before the church, made a profession of faith, and was baptized at age eight. However, I now believe I was a false convert.
Sometime in the fall of 2006, I believe I was truly regenerated, given a new heart, was made a new creation. My outward actions didn’t change dramatically because I had always played the “good girl” role but my desires, my thoughts, my spirit were different. Things that I found annoying and distasteful such as Christian music or anyone talking about Christ was suddenly a passion of mine.
I can’t remember the date, but I certainly remember the moment that things started changing for me. This was not the moment God made me His child but was one of the first moments of softening my hard heart. I remember sitting in my big red chair, in my living room of my first apartment. Suddenly, I couldn’t control myself. I was walking into my bedroom, found my Bible, and siting on my bed staring at it. I remember telling God, I was not going to start a reading plan. I had tried that enough times to know it wouldn’t work for me. I was resisting Him with every fiber of my soul. I finally said, “Fine. I’ll read some from Proverbs. That’s basically the fortune cookie of the Bible, right?” I seriously said that…”fortune cookie of the Bible.” I read a few chapters & the closed the Book and told God, “I will NOT promise to read every day. I’ve made that promise too many times and never fulfilled them. I WON’T do it. I probably won’t even pick this Bible up for another few weeks.”
Every day, it was the same thing. Within a few days, I had finished Proverbs. But who hasn’t read through Proverbs? It’s simple, only 31 chapters of easy to understand tokens of wisdom that few could be argued with. So, I went to Psalm. Why not? It’s just poetry. Still the same process: read a few chapters and then tell God I probably wouldn’t be back tomorrow. Soon I finished Psalm. Sure it’s long but it isn’t difficult to read really. Nothing super boring. Finally I told God I’d really show Him. I’d start in Genesis and see how far I would get this time.
Ok, so I finished Genesis, big deal, I had read through it before, no big deal. Oh, Exodus next? Here we go, into boring repetition. I’m not sure when it was but one day I realized I wasn’t bored with reading a genealogy list. I remember thinking, this person the Bible says virtually nothing about but there was something about it that it was important enough for God to put his name in His book so I should respect him by at least reading his name. I think I realized at that moment, something was different. I had an unsatisfied craving for God’s Word. I couldn’t stop reading it. I am a slow reader so I didn’t finish the Bible in some amazing or even very respectable time. In fact I think it took me close to three years to get through it but the craving was nothing like I could describe. I could, and still can, spend hours in His Word and not get bored. In fact, I have to force myself to leave it and show attention to my other responsibilities throughout the day.
For several years, I didn’t think I had been a false convert all those years but that I had just reached some new plateau in spiritual maturity. However now, when I look back, I do not believe I was truly an adopted Child of God until I was twenty-six. Prior to that, I had been on emotional highs, but, from about eighteen to twenty-six, I had slowly drifted away. Hearing someone talk about Christ, Christian music, anything was incredibly irritating. Any talk about end times terrified me to the point that I once came very close to having a panic attack at a rock concert thinking about a comment someone had said to me earlier that day about the end times. I attended a random church every couple of weeks just to keep my parents from worrying about me but I had pretty much given up. I didn’t ever not believe, I just didn’t want to have anything to do with Him.
A few weeks before the first incident of being compelled to read the Bible, I had started attending a singles ministry at a wonderful, theologically sound church. I saw all these people my age completely devoted to God and digging deep into theology and doctrine. I didn’t get it. I thought they were all a little weird but nice. None of that really mattered, I was just there to try to make a few friends and hopefully find a husband. I left that church a few months later mainly due to my work schedule not working with the church’s worship services. I didn’t leave with a ton of friends or a husband but I did leave with a couple of friends and one best friend but most importantly, I left that church a Child of God with a hunger for learning more about Him. I was no longer annoyed or fearful hearing about Jesus or the Bible, I craved it. I couldn’t get enough. This wasn’t just an “on fire” experience, this was new; I was new.
Since then, I can see an significant maturing and growing in Christ that was completely absent before. I tend to act as Jacob and “wrestle God” on every tiny truth I learn. I spend years arguing with Him over a doctrine or nugget of truth only to finally submit to Him and look back later at my prideful, stubborn, foolish heart and praise God at His tenacity, patience, and mercy. What love is this, indeed?!
My desire for this site is to teach what I have learned and learn as I teach. It is my desire to show that you do not need to go to seminary or spend thousands of dollars to understand the deeper truths of the Bible, deep theology, apologetics, and to be forced to trust what a Bible teacher tells you but to be discerning. Seminary is great and helpful but not everyone has been blessed with the opportunity to go but that doesn’t mean we are off the hook for growing in our understanding of the deeper things of the Faith.
I want women to realize the beautiful role God has created us for and to not mourn or fight against the fact that we do not share the same role as man. God has created each person for a specific role and has gifted His Children for jobs within those roles. To step outside the role He has created us for, is to go against His will and will never lead to true joy. The role God has assigned for women is not a punishment, it is a blessing; it is not bondage, it is freedom; it is not chauvinism, it is true femininity.
It is my prayer that God will use this site to empower women to grow in the Faith, to be strong women in Christ’s Bride, and to do so with joy in their femininity.