The day dawns. And she wakes. Rising, she slips from the comfort of a pillow topped mattress, soft warm sheets, and the arms of an adoring husband. He squeezes her hand as she lets it slides across his shoulder. The gesture says “I love you.”
He is thankful for her ministry to him. He drifts back to sleep, knowing. Knowing her heart is to do him good. His heart fully trusts in her.
The home is silent still. The floor creaks under her bare feet. She tip toes to find a spot to read His word. It is life. She offers a prayer for her family, for her day.
These few moments of slience, solitude, …peace, she knows they are brief. This day will be full again. Everyday is.
It will be an average day, a day of laundry and dishes. A day of answering questions from inquisitive toddlers, excited 9 year olds, or pondering teens. A day of changing diapers, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and lost shoes.
A day that many other women have traded for dry cleaning and styrofoam cups; of answering phones from demanding customers and changing lanes in rush hour traffic. A day of take-out food and lost opportunities and blessings.
“Your home is where you need to be. You are what your family needs. Only you can can care for your husband, for your children in the way the LORD has ordained them to be cared for.”
“No housekeeper, cook or day care provider can give the love and nurture that you daily provide for your own family.”
No real life person takes her hand and speaks these words of life to her. Still, she rises while it is yet night to provide food for her family. She continues day after day to eat not the bread of idleness. She keeps on with arms strong for her tasks and continues to speak with kindness and wisdom.
“A woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised.” Proverbs 31:30