Every month I ask why????

I’m a woman. Just a regular real woman.The thing about women is we bleed. It’s a fact. It’s what makes us distinctly women.

I live in a home surrounded by males, who will never know for themselves the routine of bleeding. They might suffer my mood swings, tired spells in bed; they might watch me bent over with menstrual cramps. But there is still lacking an empathy because they will never know the experience of bleeding on a regular basis.

When I got my first period I was mortified. I thought I was dying. That I had cancer or something worse. I was never talked to about puberty.  Honestly, I was ashamed of my developing body. And my monthly cycle for years, and still, is something I dread. Why? Why do I feel it is something to dread? Something to endure?

 

I do my best to hide my periods from my men. I hide away my feminine hygiene products and don’t tell them when my “time” has come. I guess I do this because it is a private thing? Why?

 

There’s a game called opposite world. To play, we do the opposite of our usual routine. We eat standing up, sleep with our heads at the foot of the bed etc. The best part of the game, is celebrating things we normally wouldn’t celebrate. My boys, instead of competing to win, celebrate their brothers beating them at things. Imagine, instead of hiding our periods from the world, we celebrated them?

 

There are 3 reasons to celebrate our monthly cycle. Reasons we can share with our sons. Even our spouses.

  He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Isaiah 40:29

1. Bleeding reminds us of our weakness. It takes work and effort to manage our blood flow. Some women have heavy cycles that send them to the bathroom on an hourly basis. Some women throughout the world are kept from school or work because they lack resources to manage their periods away from home. Bleeding saps us of energy. We need to eat right and stay physically active to maintain strength as usual. Many women experience pain during menstruation. There is no greater indication of weakness than pain.

Why is all this good? And even worth celebrating? Because being faced with our weakness reminds us to lean on God and not just on ourselves. It is an opportunity.  When we experience this monthly physical change, it is a personal prompt to remember that in all situations God urges us to live in His strength. Strength for physical, mental and spiritual perseverance. This is powerful wisdom, ladies, that we are granted experientially and consistently.
2. Bleeding reminds us of life. Let’s face it, nobody would be born if it wasn’t for a bleeding woman. Our Lord Jesus was born of a woman. Blood is life. No blood, no life. Our monthly cycle reminds us that we are alive! Something we easily take for granted. Our periods remind us that we are human and created by a loving God. We can choose to be thankful just to be alive. When our men are discouraged or stressed, we can encourage them that their life is a gift and a miracle in itself. We can influence and impress upon our family an attitude of gratitude for the goodness of life itself.

 

So Jesus said again, “I tell you the truth, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you cannot have eternal life within you. John 6:53

 

3. Bleeding reminds us of JESUS. What if seeing blood every month made us think of the shed blood of our Savior? The wages of sin is death. All of us have sinned. And all our sins are wonderfully atoned for by the shedding of Jesus’ blood. The bible says that Jesus washed us clean with His blood.

 

1 John 1:7 …and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin.

 

Even as He prayed to be willing to die on the cross, Jesus shed blood.

 

Luke 22:44 He prayed more fervently, and he was in such agony of spirit that his sweat fell to the ground like great drops of blood.

 

 

When we see red each month, let’s celebrate the price that was paid for us to live free and forever with God as our reward!

 

No fear, shame, pain, sickness, darkness, death or evil.

 

Ever.

 

That is what is promised to us through the blood of Jesus.

 

Imagine if our sons and husbands heard us singing and laughing as we celebrate our monthly cycles! Because they remind us of our salvation? Of our everlasting life?

 

I live in a house of all males. Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong here. But I do. God put me with this beautiful army of men for a purpose. Even my biology reminds me, every month, how I can make a difference, and love each of them in such a way that points them to Jesus.

4 comments

  1. This blog is so creative and gives us another point of view to see the miraculous in the ordinary. It is so clever and makes you think. I appreciate your transparent and bold heart, thanks for always pointing us toward Jesus!

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    1. Thanks Charissa! Since writing this, I am actually looking forward to my cycle. The perspective is definitely a gift God gave me and boy am I glad. I’ve been praying to be less negative and He does say Rejoice in the Lord always. Again, I say rejoice! 😂. My period was always cause for negativity. God cares about every one of my thoughts and hears our prayers. I love how you called the ordinary miraculous. Yes! Thanks again.

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  2. I am celebrating it with you, Cheri! Every so often, I remind my boys that God designed this monthly period in women to bring forth life. I even have my boys fetch me my feminine pad at times. Is that too much? Neeeaaah… I am hoping this will make them to be empathetic toward their future wife’s struggle. I even teased one of them for having ‘man period’ because one came home quite moody yesterday. But then a hug and a little space wiped away the moodiness.

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