The question was raised as my conscience fell... a silly little lie...
What if men and women were equal? It's the question we're tackling. And in the classroom, it has a predetermined end. That's OK. I know the ultimate predetermined ending, so I can stand on this. But it's there in my heart, longing for answers... that burning question that only He can answer. What was on Your heart when You made her? What did You see when You said, "It is good"? What was it like for her... to walk in perfect communion with You? How did she stand it... the weight of knowing You... of knowing with perfect clarity that she was fearfully and wonderfully made? What was it like to be before You as she was? What kind of woman was she... this dream of Your heart? This first of us? What did feminine look like to You? I will study these theories late into the night. But it's Your heart I long to know. Does it hurt You that we are so divided?? Does the weight of our expectations toward one another...