She cradled me to her breast as I lay in Her lap ashamed, afraid, weak, and weeping, “Mother, I sometimes hate being a woman. I hate this pain. I hate this burden. I feel my body is ugly, my genitals are useless, and I am reminded every day that I am inferior. And yet, this is what I am. I hate it! Please forgive me,” and I wept some more.
She kissed my tears away, touched my hair and answered softly:
“Isn’t it enough that you are in My image and you are the keeper of My powers? Can you not be proud of just seeing My face when you look in the mirror and that your loins hold the cauldron of My flame in your belly?
What good is a lighthouse on the sun? This path We walk together is a challenging one. You are My beacon and the Light is best seen in the dark.
I am so sorry you are in pain. I am so sorry you hold such sorrow and grief in your heart…but you are My Light. And whatever the world spits on you, however the pain comes, know that My love for you is Perfect and Eternal. I am with you through the darkness, unconditional, and unwavering. You are My daughter, My kindred spirit, My creation, and My equal.
Too much attention is paid to the ‘temple’ of things — yes, temples house the divine on the mortal plane, but in essence, they are just things. Temples can burn and crumble like any other structure or thing. It is the foundation of that temple — That is where I lay! It is the spirit and the intention of My Presence that you find beneath the walls…a temple is just a place. But, even in its absence or complete destruction, you will still hear songs of worship, move to the dance of creation, and feel My perfect love for you.
I love you. And regardless of what the world says of you or throws at you, whatever burdens you carry, whatever pains you feel, no matter how dark things have been for you, and no matter what you feel…I am proud that you’re a woman.
I am proud of you. Can that be enough?”