VULNERABILITY:

Armor placed in disguise

Isaiah 5:20: “Woe unto them that call evil good and good evil; that put darkness for light, and darkness for light, that put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter.”

Psalm 46: “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.”

The emotionally-flattened sometimes take refuge in the spiritual realm...especially those slammed and hardened by grief. I certainly did and camped out there a long time. I still do, to some degree, in the shelter of God’s wings.

While I am a street-smart survivor, I am most certainly not greatly skilled in much of the rough and tumble of the material realm, mainly the making of money. One wise thing I did back in 2002, was to cut up all my credit cards, an enslaving system for many of us. I know myself well- enough to know I cannot be trusted with Visa or Mastercard. Being debt-free is one of my links to a certain level of freedom, despite not being wealthy.

That being said, I remain living on the edge, while holding fast to God and His Son. This material world is temporary and I focus on that and on “encouraging the discouraged”, as Papa God asked me to do several years ago.

I am convinced a core need of human beings the world over is to be loved. I don’t mean the “pat on the head” love, the maudlin or sicky-sweet love, the condescending “there-there” love and no, I do not mean married sexual love, at least in this direct context. No, I mean to be cherished and appreciated and seen for your value and worth and actually told, “ I value you and the gifts God gave you. You are unique and you are needed in this world and I’m so glad I know you! “

What a phenomenal thing it would be to hear someone address you that way...I think it would revolutionize the world.

Look at the angry and sorrowful people around the world, control freaks over the top, dominating and holding hostage entire civilizations...using violent behavior to get their way and the horrendous suffering they cause. I truly look at human history and do not know how humans have survived...

I have come close to giving up more times than I can count in my 73 1/2 years, because of the hardness and thuggery of some of the world, my sensitive soul feeling crushed and barely able to keep afloat much of the time. I have just enough hard-headed, high-plateau Oregon common sense and yes, a measure of warrior bluntness to keep me going against a rapacious world of domineering forces. This is not “blaming the patriarchy”, as both men and women are just as difficult.

In light of this sorrowful reality and also the awful fractures between men and women, I sometimes wonder what drives women to do what I call “show your body to the profane of the world.” I’m sorry, but this is NOT empowering! To me, this showing off creates a profound vulnerability in the woman. It might seem powerful to display like this…but I respectfully disagree, based on my own direct and visceral experience in being a biological female.

A sad thing it is to see sex shoved front and center...worshiped, when that is not its place. Perched high atop everything, far out from its purpose, worship of that kind is a dangerous thing, displacing the holy. Selling your soul for pursuit of brief moments of pleasure...that is exactly what I did in my youth long ago...and it did not end well. I have to bluntly tell you, the pleasure was NOT there, in 99% of my escapades, the “pleasure” did not present itself and the illusion faded and reality intruded, rudely. It took me quite awhile to learn...

Even in my flagrantly promiscuous days of long yesteryear...I had not the bodacious bosom to show off. I used my gaze and focused attention. That was bad enough... and I deeply regret it. Promiscuity is a giant sales job...and is on full blast, 24/7. It remains false. I still remember one of my least favorite memories, in which (my only time) I seduced a young man at a bar in San Francisco SOMA, South of Market, (The Stud) and yes, I know the irony, in that The Stud was a gay bar that had some of us heteros and bisexuals visiting it... I regret it to this day. I stood a few feet away from him and began to stare intently at him. I could tell he was both intrigued and also uncomfortable with me flipping the tables on him and while I did not stop and did bring him home with me for one night, I did damage to his psyche and I deeply regret my behavior. I was only seduced one time by a man and I did not like it, either.

These pursuits were some of the stupidest things I ever did and why at the opposite end of my life in Elder age, I remain grateful for the serenity and peace of celibacy.

We have been sold a bill of goods, as the Bible describes presenting good as evil and evil as good. It is absolutely sold, harped on, hammered, driven! We are awash in the falseness of pornography, truly one of the greatest evils in history, a hunger that never gets filled.

In recent weeks, I have noticed more and more online “banner ads” for women seeking men and virtually all of them displaying their breasts.

I am not naive, I know the desperate game being played and promoted. I know people are lonely. It also just reeks of sorrow.

I know physical chemistry is a factor between men and women, at least initially, self included...and initial attraction is usually physical. But...since all this is operated online, the visual is core and not much room on the walkway. SELL is the forceful pronouncement with little room for negotiaton. The “ incel” phenomenon is also a terribly sad thing, “involuntary celibate “ in our sex- soaked culture. No intimacy, just slam and bam and ZERO being satisfied in your heart and soul. The body parts reign supreme and have little room for interpretation or slowing the train way down.

What sadness seeps out the edges...I cannot help but see the vulnerability in some of the faces in these banner ads...like being a shopping cart, walking down the grocery aisle. It makes me both mad and sad.

Me, I am a blunt survivor of the insanity of the sexual revolution of my youth...a disaster if there ever was one, cooked up in the devil’s fetid lab...filthy, smelly, foul and filled to overflowing with LIES. Foundation of lies, trampling of the innocent… Sexually transmitted diseases are often a side-product of this madness… Sorry to be so blunt..but they are not fun OR sexy and I speak from direct experience!

I hate this so much.

There is one woman’s face amidst the sexy banner ads that particularly haunts me. It is a woman in her late 40s or early 50s, earthy, motherly, wearing an off- shoulder blouse that clearly displays her ample bosom. The starkness was the look on her face...a small smile but also a look of vulnerable embarrassment mixed with a quiet sadness at being on display to assuage her loneliness and longing to be loved. She also looked almost frail and so much so, I wanted to give her a hug and a word of encouragement.

Pornography has so deadened our senses, we no longer know how to visit, to just meet for coffee or lunch, to just have a simple conversation, mind to mind and soul to soul. A spark will reveal itself or not, but at least you will know...whereas online, you do not, as much.

Perhaps because of my own rowdy history that trampled my heart long ago and drew me away from God and into self worship...I can tell you the disaster it is, what not to do!!

Between the “ MGTOW” ( men going their own way) movement of heterosexual men swearing off relationships with women, and the feminists blaming men for everything, to men pretending to be women and invading private women’s spaces and the rawness of the violence against women through history...we are in a debacle of horrific proportions. There is no counselor or human balm that can solve this. Much of this stems also from “divorce wars” and battles over property and children, a war of terrible consequences.

Only God and His Son have the strength, wisdom and sheer spiritual power to heal the gaping wound of humanity.

I am not naive, this is centuries of filth built up, hatred of both women and men, the assault not only physical but spiritual.

I am reminded that the devil was cast out of Heaven with one third of the angels following him.

However, TWO-THIRDS of the angelic realm remained in holy dedication with Father God. That includes Archangels...especially Michael and Gabriel, emissaries of God’s mercy and power .

We are well-eqipped for the Battle Royale and I am in the midst of it as an Intercessor. I have lived on the other side and I can see where this is going. Not good....and I’m not joining the boat parade. “Me and my house , we will serve the Lord.” My house is only one...but serve, I will until God calls me Home.

God has a plan that works: one man, one woman, for life and children they make or adopt.

Resist at our peril and observe the chaos that has descended.

I stay in prayer, otherwise I would not survive this.

I will gently remind people that GOD CREATED SEX! He did not create mindless entertainment or, pardon the term, but “titillation”. He created sex for two purposes: to keep the human race going and for intimate fellowship and love between one man and one woman, for life, marraige. So much sorrow has flowed under the bridge for so very, very long. I have myself, basically given up and settled into my prayer realm work as an Intercessor and been happy to have the basics of a roof, food, clothing, a good church with fellowship and a relationship with God and His Son. It is too late for me to be a Mom and I cannot imagine someone wanting to marry me, at my age. I just want humans to slow the train WAY down and to consider the damage our misbehavior has caused, self at the top of the list. I have been deeply wounded by stupid behavior...and my humble hope is to save even one person from the mistakes I made.

If I can do that, my life will have been worth it!

Hold fast to God, ask Him to help you, repent of sin and turn away from it, speak your heart’s desires and partner with God in making them come to fruition one step, one day. He made you for a purpose!

Wendy Elizabeth Williams Friday, May 8, 2026

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