There, in the living room, above the couch there lives a family inside a beautiful frame. Their matching outfits and smiles look out over the kitchen. The cookie jar sits on the counter, next to the ingredients that are laid out for tonight’s meal. When the meal begins the table will be set with place mats that match the plates, that match the glasses, which match the seasonal decor of the dinning room. Desert will be fluttered out with tiny spoons in small glass and frosted dishes. It ends in a reading, “Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. . . ”
This was what I was taught that my life would be. Through school, church, and family this picture of this virtuous, and its synonym domestic, woman was brought before me time and time again. All the traits of femininity were paraded in front of me, and I was reassured that I would indeed grow out of my tomboy phase.
This 40’s lady inspired me more than the housewife pictures.
Now all of that is fine and dandy, and I do not think less of the women who cherish the woman portrayed in Proverbs 31, or the 40’s housewife, but it was not for me. As the other girls wanted to be play princess, I wanted to play warrior. As I grew up I was torn. I did want to be a princess, but I wanted to be my tomboy, fighting self as well. As far as I knew, these where two opposite ends of the spectrum and would never be able to mesh. It was one or the other, I was constantly torn between my high heels or my chucks. Then I heard someone say it, Warrior Princess. I heard this whisper that as a female of faith, the daughter of the King, I could be called to be a warrior, but a warrior who doesn’t have to be a pure tomboy, but one who can mesh this with their femininity and become a Princess Warrior.
This idea consumed me. I researched, I read books, I thought, and prayed, and prayed, and thought. This morning, I took a chunk of my time and searched the word “warrior” in biblegateway.com, using the NIV translation. Now, let me tell you what I found.
The first time the word “warrior” is used in the NIV is in the genealogy of Genesis 10. It lists off the sons of Noah, and then their sons, and theirs sons, just names and names and names. then, in verse 8 a paragraph pops out from the one liners.
“1 This is the family tree of the sons of Noah: Shem, Ham, and Japheth. After the flood, they themselves had sons. . . .
7 The sons of Cush: Seba, Havilah, Sabtah, Raamah, Sabteca.
The sons of Raamah: Sheba, Dedan.
8-12 Cush also had Nimrod. He was the first great warrior on Earth. He was a great hunter before God. There was a saying, ‘Like Nimrod, a great hunter before God.’ “
Verse seven lists the sons of Cush, well all but one. Nimrod gets a special paragraph and a description. He was the first great warrior on Earth, a great hunter before God. It seems that being a warrior is something of importance, it was something special. No one else had their vocations or attributes listed behind their name, only a great warrior received that recognition. Sweet.
The next verse that was listed in my warrior search was in Exodus. After Moses and the Israelites marched from Egypt and crossed the Red Sea, they turned around, safely on the shore, and watched the waters crash down on the following Egyptians.
” Then Moses and the Israelites sang this song to the Lord:
“I will sing to the Lord,
for he is highly exalted.
Both horse and driver
he has hurled into the sea.
2 “The Lord is my strength and my defense[a];
he has become my salvation.
He is my God, and I will praise him,
my father’s God, and I will exalt him.
3 The Lord is a warrior;
the Lord is his name.” – Exodus 15:1-3
The Lord is a warrior! The strength of our God defeated the horse and their driver. He crushed an army and destroyed its soldiers. The simple joy of these two passages drove me deeper into searching the Bible for what it had to say about warriors. There is so much more to come, be prepared to hear more about the biblical warriors I found, but this post is getting long enough, so I will end with rejoicing with Moses using the paraphrasing from The Message.
“1-8 Then Moses and the Israelites [And Me!] sang this song to God, giving voice together,
I’m singing my heart out to God—what a victory!
He pitched horse and rider into the sea.
God is my strength, God is my song,
and, yes! God is my salvation.
This is the kind of God I have
and I’m telling the world!
This is the God of my father—
I’m spreading the news far and wide!
God is a fighter,
pure God, through and through.”