Proverbs 31:10-31 (English Standard Version)
The Woman Who Fears the LORD
She is far more precious than jewels.
11The heart of her husband trusts in her,
and he will have no lack of gain.
12She does him good, and not harm,
all the days of her life.
13She seeks wool and flax,
and works with willing hands.
14She is like the ships of the merchant;
she brings her food from afar.
15She rises while it is yet night
and provides food for her household
and portions for her maidens.
16She considers a field and buys it;
with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard.
17She dresses herself with strength
and makes her arms strong.
18She perceives that her merchandise is profitable.
Her lamp does not go out at night.
19She puts her hands to the distaff,
and her hands hold the spindle.
20She opens her hand to the poor
and reaches out her hands to the needy.
21She is not afraid of snow for her household,
for all her household are clothed in scarlet.
22She makes bed coverings for herself;
her clothing is fine linen and purple.
23Her husband is known in the gates
when he sits among the elders of the land.
24She makes linen garments and sells them;
she delivers sashes to the merchant.
25Strength and dignity are her clothing,
and she laughs at the time to come.
26She opens her mouth with wisdom,
and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
27She looks well to the ways of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28Her children rise up and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29“Many women have done excellently,
but you surpass them all.”
30Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
31Give her of the fruit of her hands,
I filled up on gas yesterday because it had dropped from $4.19 to $4.09. As I looked around the pump station, I came to the realization if I were to quit driving and take up smoking a pack a day we could save money. That’s just not right. . .
In just over 9 hours, T and I will be heading up to Wisconsin to visit his family for Easter. Now, I enjoy my in-laws very much and they have shown nothing but kindness towards me since the first time I met them, but it’s still my first Easter away from home. Granted, Easter at home is nothing big because we are a mellow family. However, as I write I think of our small Easter traditions: Mom forcing us to deliver cupcakes that look like Easter baskets to family friends, Dad pondering how long Pastor’s sermon is going to be this year, my brother trying to duck away from our festivities as soon as possible, my sister and me dying Easter eggs (not to mention the “Ugly Egg” I make every year–the key is to grab the last hardboiled egg and drop it in every dye color. It drives Mom nuts). And I’ll miss it all for the first time this year.
This is all part of growing up, I suppose. And in a couple of years when T gets a call (God willing), we won’t be able to travel anywhere for Easter. So, I will think of my family this weekend amid the lively chaos of my in-laws and will let my sister know that she should make an Ugly Egg to irritate Mom.
Have a blessed Easter!
Even though much of America’s Easter celebration takes away from the true reason for celebrating Easter (Christ’s resurrection, not that historical mumbo-jumbo about why we celebrate Easter when we do), I still like things like bunnies, colored eggs, and most of all, Peeps. In honor of the secular version of Easter, here is a link to my favorite Peeps website: http://www.peepresearch.org/. Enjoy!
Well, it’s raining and it’s Monday–not a good combination. The past couple of weeks I have been struggling to prepare myself for work, specifically writing devotions for my kindergarteners. The gray skies and chilly temperature is not helping with my trepidation about teaching devotion, but mostly I’m just tired. Tired of being many of these children’s sole witness to Jesus, tired of biting my tongue when they repeat their parents’ excuses for not going to church or believing in horrid doctrine (I went home and cried the first time a kid sadly looked at me and said his parents wouldn’t let him get baptized until he was older). Mostly I’m scared that I’m failing to teach the kiddos about God’s word.
Ironically, it’s Holy Week as well and my devotions will teach the children about Christ’s death for the forgiveness of our sins. Likewise, I confess that, “I cannot by my own reason or strength believe in Jesus Christ, my Lord, or come to Him; but the Holy Spirit has called me by the Gospel, enlightened me with His gifts, sanctified and kept me in the true faith.” I will not bring these children to faith, I am simply a tool for the Holy Spirit to work. I suppose that God’s words to Paul that, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness,” (2 Cor. 12:9b) should resound more than ever.
But I still don’t want to teach devotion.