The first time I was ever referred to as an older woman, I was only 27 years old. I had just asked a young woman if she’d be interested in joining a small group for some weekly discipleship training at my home. With uncontainable excitement she blurted out, “I was just praying that God would send an older woman to disciple me!” Older woman? Me?
My mom has given me a lot of good advice over the years. Some of my favorites include making sure I’m careful walking in the mall parking lot (even if it’s at 2 PM in broad daylight) and teaching me the value of blush. (My skin tone is classified as “porcelain” which is the nice way of saying “ghost-like,” so blush is definitely a necessity for me.)
I have served on the Council Road staff the past six months, and every Monday I sort through the prayer requests from Sunday services to bring to staff meeting where the staff prays. It is a rare week that we don’t get a request from a concerned mother asking for prayer for her struggling child. Some sign their names, others are anonymous…
Satan would love the above scenario because he loves to produce shallow bible studies and surface level conversation between Christian women. He loves to provoke subtle sins (1 John 3:8). He loves to lead women astray from their pure devotion to Christ (2 Corinthians 11:3)…
