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| Welcome To RealHaus The virtual dwelling place of some of the most wonderful women on the WEB! |
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| The RCW E-Group GROUP DESCRIPTION: RCW is a place where Christian women can share joys and sorrow, laughter and tears, and celebrate their womanhood in its fullness. We are daughters, wives, girlfriends, sisters, mommies, friends, and confidants. We share inspiration, stories, praises, clean humor, silliness, hubby and children tales, recipes, money-saving tips, and homemaking ideas. We feel at home and free to discuss and debate topics which are private and close to the heart, such as sex, emotions, frustrations, and everything it means to be a total woman. We believe we are created by God to be whole and complete and free to express ourselves creatively. We gently nudge one another in keeping orderly, Godly homes, and in promoting deep family relationships. RCW also encourages introspection and creative writing, facilitated by periodic (voluntary) writing exercises. NOTICE: As of 5.1.04, RCW is not accepting new members from the general public. You must personally know a RealHaus resident and must be invited by the group leadership to join. RCW has become a precious, close-knit family, and it is our desire to preserve this atmosphere. Thanks for your understanding. |
We Are Real We are Real Christian Women. We struggle with doubt. We worry too much. We sing praise music going down the interstate. We break the speed limit. We don't know what praise music is. We love to laugh. We cry over sad movies. We are tough on the outside and quaking inside. We are divorced and discouraged. We are single and fulfilled. We have maids. We are maids. We make fun of people in the mall and then feel guilty. We wish we had more time for us. Our children are in public school, private school, home school. We yell too much and smile too seldom. We are afraid to confront. We are bold and daring. We are childless. We miss our daddies and find ourselves becoming our mothers. We long for friendship and grasp for understanding. We wonder if everyone is better at walking with Christ than we are. We giggle at ourselves at strange times. We pinch our husbands' backsides in the grocery store. We wish we had good marriages. We thank God for our good marriages. We lie awake at night wondering if a Sister found the money to pay her electric bill. We stroke our toddlers' cheeks and wonder how we ever got so blessed. Our bodies scream for sleep and our figures contain numbers we'd just as soon not know. We are old, young, middle-aged. We are raising special needs children. We are popular, shy, afraid. We have days when we'd throw in the towel if we could find it. We love country music. We long for another baby and cringe when we hear of one being abused. We spend too much time online. We eat too much chocolate. We are health nuts. We waltz in our nightshirts, humming Brahms' Lullaby to colicky babies. We love rock and roll. We remember evenings at concerts when we were too drunk to sing. We've forgotten our first love for Christ. We're not even sure we know Him. We walk with Him every moment and every breath we release is a prayer. We thank Him for everything. We forget to thank Him at all. We dye our hair. We grow our hair long. We can't imagine having long hair. We love science fiction. We remember our first kiss. We suffer from depression. Our houses are cluttered. Our husbands are supportive. Our husbands don't know Christ. Our children behave in public. We avoid taking our children out in public. We resent the Cleavers and can't imagine life that way. We resemble the Cleavers and are ecstatic about it. We struggle with ourselves to eke out time alone with the Lord. We meet Him every morning. We read romance novels. We mourn lost loves and lost opportunities and lost children. We revel in rainy days and squint at the sun. We watch our grown children stumble and wish they didn't have to. We write in our journals by candlelight. We make long distance calls we can't afford, to talk to Sisters we've never met. We cut ourselves off when we need others the most. We preach too much. We witness too little. We judge others unfairly. We fall on our knees to beg forgiveness. We crave belonging. We hide in our shells. We pray together and share one another's lives. We fall on our faces. We are strong. We are weak. We are Real. --Lisa L. Easterling |
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