I am Wonder Woman

When I was a little girl, I became obsessed with Wonder Woman. I wanted to change my name to Diana (it has the coveted letter “i” after all—do you know all the cool things you can do with that dot?). I wanted to look like her. I wanted to dress like her. I wanted to be her when I grew up. I mean, she had an invisible plane. How cool is that?

Each Saturday morning, I sat too close to the TV hoping to memorize that week’s plot so that I could spend the rest of my day replaying the scenes in my backyard. When forces of evil attacked my imaginary world, I would twirl and twirl until I too, became Wonder Woman.

My Wonder Woman underoos made it easy to dress like her.  The fact that my mother let me run around in my underwear? Well, as long as I stayed in the yard it made achieving my dream a reality in my mind, so no harm done, right?  Armed with my magic belt of strength (a rope), my bullet blocking bracelets (makeshift toilet paper rolls), my tiara weapon, and the lasso of truth (see belt above), I was ready and willing to serve.

I was unstoppable. Roping the dog.  Bossing my younger brother around. Making him play the bad guy so that I could tie him up and beat him with my tiara if necessary.  (Sometimes you have to convince a villain to spill his guts).

I was Wonder Woman.

But, one day as I flew down our swing set slide and ran into the yard to chase away the Green Goblin (again, my poor brother), my golden retriever, Isis, decided that she wanted to play along.  I stood in the yard, hands on hips, legs planted firmly and twirled my lasso around my head looking as fierce as any Wonder Woman can get. Just then, Isis came barreling in front of me, ran right between my legs and picked me up in the process.  I was sitting backwards on a dog running in circles around our yard.

How could this happen a woman able to fight off the strongest of avengers??

Like much of life, just when we feel we have it all together, when we are nearly invincible and ready to take on the world, something swoops in and spins us in the opposite direction.

Hopefully, not in our underwear for all the world to see.

But, the game is not over. A change in direction or a revealing of our weakness is no reason to hang up a rockin costume. In fact, it’s often when we are brought to a level of understanding—the understanding that we are not superheroes, that we are then free to say:

Ok. I can’t save the world. But, I can still serve.

You can only be who God created you to be. But, hear me sister, GOD CREATED YOU TO BE WHO YOU ARE FOR A REASON. You are perfectly equipped to make a difference in His kingdom. If only you will believe in yourself as much as He believes in you.

Search you heart. What does it ache for? Are you put off by the way certain groups of people are treated? Do you have a heart that breaks for abused children? Do you long to take the local homeless off the streets of your home town? Do you watch the world news and wish you could do more?

You can do that. Just as you are. By starting with one.

“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.”  Mother Teresa


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