It’s a strange feeling not having a living mama on Mother’s Day. I heard a preacher speak on the radio the other morning. He said to let your mother know how important she is to you if she is alive and if she’s gone on, cherish the memories.
The preacher went on to say that some mothers do not fit the mold of Proverbs 31:10-31. Some, like myself are not virtuous. I do not work with wool and flax. I don’t have to bring my food from afar, the grocery store is only a mile from my house. And, the good Lord knows I don’t rise while it is still night.
I do however like to buy land and I’m not opposed to planting a vineyard. I’m also very organized. I always have candles ready if the power goes out. And, my hand doth stretch out to the poor and needy.
My household is garbed in suits of every color in the rainbow. I may even be able to find a stitch or two in scarlet or purple silk. But, I can assure you I did not sew these garments. I do well to reattach a button, and if worse comes to worse I can hem a pair of britches.
My husband doesn’t sit among the elders of the land but he does hang out at the golf course where a lot of people know him. I don’t make fine linen to sell, I just scribble stories on paper in hopes someone will buy them.
I cannot honestly say that every time I open my mouth words of wisdom flow forth either. But I do try my best to be kind to everyone. Even though some do challenge my last nerve. And, you can bet I do not partake of the bread of idleness. I am a busy woman!
My child may not call me blessed but we have a strong love for one another, and if my husband is praising me it must be to the guys at the golf course. NOT!
All joking aside, no one is perfect. Trying our best we often fail as mothers. But a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.
Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.