Through the Looking Glass

A liberated woman's journey into submission

Sometimes, there isn't a lot of comfort in the wide world.

People need need need things from me, right now, no...5 minutes ago, and oh-by-the-way-would-you-mind...

Today has been tempest tossed, full of other peoples needs, expectations, demands (sometimes in a rather abrasive tone) and I fielded them all, with as much grace and as much calm as I could manage.

It is odd maybe, that the One person who can always demand of me, the One who can always need from me, the One who I would obey no matter the cost--that One doesn't demand, doesn't expect, doesn't require. He doesn't have to do those things.

Real command, real dominance comes from connection, from caring, from love and giving. Those people in my day have none of those with me, and so they cultivate their little fiefdoms by bullying, yelling, and lofty attitude.

He needs to do none of those. He asks, He tells. He cares for me and about me. He loves me. He owns me for those and so many more reasons. Because He holds the string around my heart--not tightly as though I were going to run away, or disobey, but loosely and affectionately--I will always obey. I will always be, I will.

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i'm a 40-something, educated, liberated, consider-myself-feminist who is beginning my journey into submission and service.

Please join me as i explore this new (for me) world, my limits, and the depths of myself.