Have you ever noticed how in the Scriptures men are always going up into the mountains to commune with God? Yet in the Scriptures, we hardly ever hear of women going to the mountains. And we know why, right? Because the women were too busy keeping life going; they couldn’t abandon babies, meals, homes, fires, gardens, and a thousand responsibilities to make the climb into the mountains.
I was complaining about this to a friend the other day, saying that even as a modern woman, I feel like I’m never “free” enough from my responsibilities, never in a quiet enough or holy enough spot to have the type of communion I want with God. Her response floored me. “That is why God comes to women. Men have to climb the mountain to meet God, but God comes to women wherever they are.”
God does indeed come to women where they are, when they are doing their ordinary, everyday work. God meets them at the wells where they draw water for their families, in their homes, in their kitchens, in their gardens. God comes to them as they sit beside sickbeds, as they give birth, care for the elderly, and perform necessary mourning and burial rites.
Even the women at the empty tomb, who were the first to witness Christ’s resurrection, were only there because they were doing the womanly chore of properly preparing Christ’s body for burial. In this seemingly mundane and ordinary task, these women found themselves face to face with divinity.
So, if like me you ever start to bemoan the fact that you don’t have as much time to spend in the mountains with God as you would like, remember, God comes to women. God knows where we are and the burdens we carry. God sees us, and if we open our eyes and our hearts, we will see God, even in the most ordinary places and in the most ordinary things.
Adapted from a blog post by Heather Farrell