For most of my oldest child’s life, I have thought that I could bestow one blessing for him – beautifully and poignantly rising from the ashes of my own life. Not like a phoenix – not as a re-birth. But simply surviving and trying to make something of myself, and doing it with as much grace and dignity as I could muster. I thought that was all I would ever be able to manage.
But oh, the revelations of the Proverbs 31 woman! I used to really hate her. She made me feel tired, depressed, and inferior. After all, Superwoman is what we all struggle to be, but none of us can actually accomplish it!
A virtuous woman cannot just be a survivor. She thrives! She must also be exceptional. Extraordinary! Doesn’t that sound more exciting than simply doing my best to get through the day?
I think so! Lately I have felt a very foreign burst of energy. Not necessarily physical energy as much as creative energy, and it’s not foreign because I’ve never felt it, but because it’s been so long since I have. I feel more powerful. Less fearful. I plan to celebrate that!