14."She is like a merchant ship, bringing food from afar."
I don't know what it is about going to Sam's, but every time I go and bring home a fridge full of food, I feel like I've accomplished enough to take the rest of the day off. It is especially wonderful when I get through there without TT having a meltdown.
15a. "She gets up before dawn to prepare breakfast for her household..."
I don't know about you, but if the clock says 5:XX, it is still night. 5:00, 5:59, they are all evil in my book. But when TT wants breakfast, TT gets breakfast. If it makes me feel holy, it is a nice bonus.
15b. "...and plan the day's work for her servant girls."
Mine are named "Maytag" and "Whirlpool." Both are working diligently while I type away on our third servant girl "Dell."
18b. "Her lamp burns late into the night."
Every woman should have a friend or two that is/are completely detached from every other aspect of her life. I meet with two friends from my college days once, maybe twice a month, theoretically to discuss Deitrich Bonhoffer's The Cost of Decipleship. I say theoretically because it is obtuse (or very clear, but soooooo hard to actually DO) and talk always turns to our life's issues that make living the life of the deciple so dang impossible (yeah, yeah, in our own strength...I know all the right words, too). These girls give me perspective. They have absolutely no motive to say what they say except to help me. They don't know ANYONE that I talk about except my husband. And of course I never talk about him. Yes, I stayed up half the night, but I came home feeling almost like my issues are repairable.
26. "When she speaks , her words are wise, and she gives instructions with kindness."
No comment.
OK, I will comment. I learned something new yesterday. Not answering at all really makes the kids go positively mad. I learned this, because my wise words are never heard, nor are the kind instructions. Lately they have degraded into unwise and unkind and loud. And they still aren't acknowledged. But silence, ah, silence, they hear that. And it infuriates them.
2 comments:
Do you think raw Poptarts count for 15a?
I love this post! :0)
Mrs. Nurse Boy
P.S. Silence is golden, isn't it?!
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