The worst insult you can give me

A couple of years ago someone at work called me an independent woman.  I know they meant it as a compliment but it hurt right to the core.  That is the last way I would ever want to be characterized.  Independence has such a lofty connotation in our society, but as a Christian, I want to be marked as fully and wholly dependent.  I want to teach my daughters to be strong, dependent women.

Dependent on who?  On their Father in Heaven and the Church.  I want them to live Galatians 6:2 every day:

Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.


Do I want my kids to be able to take care of themselves?  Absolutely, but I want them to know that everything they have is a blessing and not a result of their own ability.  Do I want them grow in wisdom?  Yes, but I want them to learn that through the experience and teaching of those in the local church.  I want them to share their burdens and take up those of others when they can.  


We sometimes see dependence as a weakness but I see it as wisdom.  There is no way I can accomplish great things alone.  I need the strengths of the other parts of the Body of Christ to really do things right.  Last week proved that all the more to me.  My husband was out of town on business and while we survived without Daddy's presence here for 6 days, it was tough.  We need him and he needs us and I'm not ashamed to say it.