Today, Rise up and Call her Blessed

The Proverbs 31 woman is sometimes controversial. Some are inspired by her, others are discouraged by her. I don’t think she is an actual woman. It’s more poetry than prose. However, this “woman” is often lauded as the standard or ideal for women. My mom has mentioned that over the years of her life she’s heard some poorly directed sermons, causing her to dislike this passage – it’s unattainable and only sets a wife and mother up to fail. I’ve been blessed to not have had that experience and have always loved this passage as motivation through the daily grind of life.

I see a woman who works hard, often without praise or thanks, but who manages an amazing amount of productivity.

I see my Mom. (more…)

Day 3: When A Child Breaks Your Heart

Today’s post is a little harder to write because I am not a parent. Several friends of mine over the years have allowed me glimpses into the challenges of parenthood and, in particular, the heartache a child can cause. The reasons are vast:

  • rebellion
  • mental illness
  • strong will
  • physical limitations
  • idiotic decisions
  • abusive behavior
  • anger
  • immaturity
  • ______________

Parents, you can probably fill in that blank better than I can.

Your child, whether small or grown, can leave wounds on your heart, be they deliberate or unknowing. (more…)

A Time to Remember

My brother-in-law passed away last week of cardiac & respiratory failureĀ at 39 years of age. We had a memorial service for him this past Friday which has left me in a reflective mood. My own brother, grandmother and father have also passed away, leaving various gaps in the family and my heart.

Tonight I came across a box containing sermons notes of Dad’s and nestled in among his typed pages, I found a little black book – A Service Book, printed in 1956. Used by ministers at funerals, several passages have been marked by Dad, offered up during one of many funerals he conducted. I have memories of my sis and me, too young to be exposed to the death of a stranger, waiting in lobbies of various funeral homes while Dad led the services. Later, when old enough or for someone we knew, we sat quietly in the back with Mom, listening to Dad.

Enough. More Dad memories in a future post. šŸ™‚

I’m sharing two poems from A Service Book that brought me to tears this evening. (more…)

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