Bonniebax Creates

Today was Mother's Day. I spent it thinking about ways that God mothers me, which I don't think I've ever thought much about before today. I saw it everywhere, and had reminder after reminder about God as my mother.  In the past, I’ve felt a bit offended or uncomfortable with people or writers calling God a ‘she’ and referring to God as their mother. I’m not exactly sure why really. It felt brazen. I wondered if the writer was a little too angry at fathers and men, or diminishing God’s nature, or maybe adding to the Bible. The image of God as Father has always been deeply meaningful to me and I’ve clung to it. But God as a ‘she’ felt weaker, isn’t that just the saddest realization?? It brings a tear to my eye actually. No wonder I struggle with feeling like a ‘less than’ sometimes. I know the Bible refers to some ‘motherly’ characteristics of God, but what if it’s broader than that? I think it is. I’d like to do some research about gender in the Hebrew language and the Bibl...

I like being nice. I like people who are nice. As a Christian, being nice strokes my ego, making me feel like I’m doing a good job for God on this earth. I think about the statement sometimes from the Bible, “they’ll know you are Christians by your love” and I nod pleasantly to myself. But some days, love looks different than nice. Like today, remembering Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women. It’s a tragedy beyond words of our day, and I don’t feel nice about it. I feel angry, overwhelmed and heart-broken. It’s not OK. How is something like this even possible in our day and age? I read that experts estimate the number could be about 4000, or up to 25,000 in north America. Why do we know such few details about these loved ones? Tiffany, Amber, Rose-Anne, Annie.  The motto ‘Save our Stolen Sisters’ resonates deeply with me. My sister and a dearly loved cousin have indigenous backgrounds, as well as some friends, and I know this could just as easily be them at different times in thei...