My Proverbs 31 Woman

An excellent wife, who can find? I found her.

She is worth more than any earthly dream I could have.

I trust her, and gain from her every day.

She does no evil to me, only good. Well, she has her days, but none of it could be classified as evil! Annoying maybe. Bossy maybe. But not evil.

She is a hard worker — thrifty and talented and industrious.

She keeps us all fed — and fed well.

She is good with money. If not for me, we would probably be rich!

She takes care of her body — and is nice and quiet so I don’t wake up when she leaves to work out, and actually so I don’t wake up when she gets home!

She creates things from nothing, and her creativity with the little resources I give her is a credit to her amazing gifts.

She loves other people, and cares for them, and serves them, and seeks their good.

She CAN sew, but she doesn’t sew her own clothes, and I am actually grateful for that (not that there is anything wrong with that). But she does buy clothing wisely, and always looks amazing.

She makes my reputation better, and I am respected because of her.

Her being is clothed in strength and dignity, and while turning 40 has not been easy, she looks to the future and she smiles with hope.

Her wisdom is amazing, and the ‘teaching of kindness’ is on her tongue.

She is the opposite of ‘idle’ — and spends her ‘free’ time making sure the house is clean and the laundry is folded. Unlike me, she feels guilty taking a nap or just watching TV.

Her kids love and adore her.

And so do I — praising her and saying ‘many daughters have done nobly, but you excel them all.’ Whatever in the heck that means.

While she IS charming and beautiful (and gets her hair done and loves manicures and pedicures and spends lots of money on organic skin care products), she knows that charm is deceitful and beauty is vain. She does fear the Lord, and above all seeks him, early in the mornings in ‘mommy’s chair,’ she sits at His feet in study and prayer.

God bless her. Give her the products of her hands, and may she be richly blessed.

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