Dear sisters, dear spiritual mothers and daughters and midwives and stay at home mamas;
Dear women pastors and elders and janitors and lawyers and teachers and artists,
I celebrate us. I think this is obvious from my Woman’s Manifesto.
I fear for us too.
I fear we’ve lost the art of servanthood.
(for the rest of this post, please join me over HERE at Prodigal Magazine today, friends. Thank you. And don’t forget to link up your imperfect posts tomorrow at Imperfect Prose.)
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