Miss Understood

Man I hate that Miss Independent song, but Miss Understood is sure how I feel right now.

Ever had one of those moments where you want to slap your face at how very misunderstood you were? I had one of those today. I got called out by a family member who was accusing me of trying to tell them they needed to be quiet and submissive in order to get a husband.

Really? Do they know me at all? I mean, quiet and submissive are great and godly words that I wish I better exemplified, but as much as I want to claim them, they do not describe me very well. If God had made me wait to be quiet and submissive I would probably still be single. So, praise God that He saw fit to bless me with a spouse despite my lack of submissiveness.

I guess I'm just writing this blog because I'm hurt and I don't really know what to do. If you want to view me in my weakened state of self defense, go ahead. Here is the link to the post and my comments are below the post. Please let me know if you have any glaring insights on how to tiptoe this issue during Thanksgiving and Christmas...

Much love!