Thread by @bebookled

A bit of my testimony, a 🧵:

The thing that I loved most ab romcoms wasn’t the fairytale ending with the guy, but the girl’s big career in the city.

From as young as I can remember that was the attraction - the big city apartment, the big job, the big money, the independence as a woman.

I grew up in a feminist home, though it wasn’t obvious at the time. We were faithful church members at a baptist church with a female associate pastor, who apparently wrote a better sermon her senior year of divinity school than all them men around her.

I could be anything I wanted to be, go anywhere I wanted to go. I wasn’t married, so I was free of the shackles my grandmother and mother had (the men/families), and they praised me for it.

I was the feminist hope- I would have all they would never have bc I was educated, and never anchored myself to a man, no kids- I was free.

I worked hard and landed a job in Silicon Valley. Stuff of dreams. Except I made little money for the cost of living and got laid off 3 months into my first job.

Got another job, excelled, was on the way up, when the startup lost their biggest client and had to lay off over 1/3rd of the staff, of which I was one.

Got back up, decided to start my own company. By this time, I was fully bought into the boss babe mentality, ready to take on whatever came, and sure of my own ability to make my way in the world.

I was alone in San Francisco, trying to make ends meet, trying to start a company, and it failed, and I failed.

Just turned 30, no money, no prospects, no real job. Nearly evicted from my apartment and no idea what to do. Not exactly the romcom fairytale.

Depressed, broke, broken, lost, I found my way to some dear friends from where I grew up who just happened to be living in the Bay Area at the time.

They were Christians, but never imposed their Christianity on me. They welcomed me in their home, gave me a place to crash while I figured out my next move, and had patience with me while I went through the worst period of depression in my life.

I started reading my Bible. Slowly, but surely, the Lord drew me to Himself. I left that family and moved in with some people who also happened to be Christian, and based. Very based.

The Lord used them to bring me out of the fog of feminism, of liberalism, of disbelief. And into Christianity and conservatism. And basedness.

I got another job in tech and started reading my Bible every day.

The more I read, the more I grew. The more my eyes were opened. The more I was confronted with my sin and desperate to change. The more I realized everything I had believed, had been taught, was just a lie.

Feminism was a lie. Boss babe was a lie. Romcoms with fancy careers and apartments were a lie. Me trying to undergo life and work as a man for some egalitarian utopia was a lie. Jesus Christ was the truth. The Truth.

All of my reading led me to quit my cushy tech job. This was a good job, a solid company. But they were anti-Christian, and moving up would have meant more feminism. I couldn’t cope. I needed to make some changes, and I couldn’t do that while working there.

I knew when I walked away I was giving up a lot of money. I was right. This company would go on to be acquired for looooots of $$$$. I had stock and staying would have set me up for life, but I didn’t care. Because Jesus Christ had found me, and was calling, calling.

Because Jesus Christ is the Truth. And, after years and years of rebelling against Him, I was ready to follow Him, no matter what. It cost a lot, but it came with infinitely, y’all *infinitely*, greater gain.

When I talk about women being home with their family, or not teaching theology, or dressing modestly, whatever the issue, it’s not from a place of ignorance. It’s from a place of gratitude.

He always had His hand on me, He was always with me. I could tell story after story of His protection and grace over me, even in my worst moments.

But He never left, and as it turns out, His word and His way never fail. I am so grateful that He drew me to Himself and gave me new life. And so I seek to honor Him in all things.

Dressing very modestly, wearing a headcovering, not working when you could, motherhood as the highest calling- these things may seem extreme, but to me they’re just logical. They’re just obedient.

I’ve lived the other way, and it’s nothing but destruction and death. The Lord’s way is life, and that’s why I am the way I am.

quick addendum: I'm now married to the godliest man who was just tailor made for me, and I for him, so if you're single and worried that you may be too old or whatever, take heart. the Lord can do amazing things 🩷