Mona Lisa Smile was running on TV again. I always catch the middle or end of the movie and have always wanted to watch it from the beginning. I still haven’t. As I watched it though, I realised, like so much of cinema of this kind, it weaves in and out of truth. The thought that came through for me was that there is nothing inherently wrong with a woman’s role being a wife and/or a mother. In fact it is what God ordained. However I think the problem arises when women confuse identity with role. Sure I’m a wife and a mother, but that’s not who I am. Just as writing and reading are things I do, but it’s still not who I am. Who I am is the me on the inside, the me that currently resides in a body on earth for a brief span of time. As long as my identity is tied into either the roles I play or the things I do, I will keep pursuing them for fulfilling my soul. But when I realise who I really am on the inside, I realise all I need is God and then I find Him smiling and waiting for me to have realised that. There He stands with His arms opened wide and says, “Jump into Daddy’s arms!”
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