Our Lady's Lamp

"We have a mission! We can't save everyone in this war! It's not what we are here to do!" "You're right. But it's what  I  am going to do!" So, Wonder Woman came out! And I was very, very hesitant to see it because I usually hate how strong women are portrayed. But Wonder Woman was excellent! If I could take only one scene from Wonder Woman, it is the scene titled No Man's Land. If you have seen the movie, well, you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you haven't seen the movie yet, trust me, you'll know the scene. Diana - a woman raised to be a strong, powerful, and confident warrior - is seeing war for the first time. She doesn't understand how men can be so cruel, so vicious, and so heartless. She has a mission: Get to the front lines, stop the biological attack that is about to occur. But when she hears of the village just beyond enemy lines that is full of slaughter and slavery, she cannot just stand by. She sees tha...

Being a warrior woman is exhausting. And it's lonely. And it's largely my fault that it is. I'm the strong one, the calm one, the one to call in a crisis - either to back you up or help lift you out. I'll fight for you if you're too tired. I'll be your strength, encouragement, the kick in the pants, and your rock to lean on. And it's usually my joy to do it too. I'm calm when you're breaking apart. I'm strong when you need to be weak. I'm the fighter, the healer, the mover. And it's true that the more and I can be and help another, the happier I am. Until suddenly I'm the one needing that hand, that shoulder, that nudge. I spend so much time hiding by helping others. Part of it is that I do really want to hep, but part of it is to hide my weakness. It's easier to help others than to ask for help. It's easier to distract from my wounds by bandaging yours. This is my version of trying to tend to your speck while I'm st...