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A Modern Day Proverbs 31 Tribute to Wives and Mothers
Posted by Ronnie Worsham
Since I shared the poem I recently wrote for mothers on Mother's Day. I have had others request copies of a tribute I wrote to wives and mothers a couple of years ago as an updated Proverb 31. I thought I'd share that as well for those who enjoy such:
A woman of the noblest character is a rare beauty. Her value is immeasurable. The man she marries is blown away by her because with her he lacks nothing of value. She is his greatest blessing for as long as he has her. She is incredible at shopping for the best deals, and her ability to work endlessly for those she loves is amazing. She is like a freight train or semi loaded with wares as she returns home with her goods for her family from her latest foray at the grocery store, mall, or first Monday Trade Days.
No hour is too early or too late for her when she is working and providing for her family, those she loves, or those in need. She can find a great deal on a house, buy it, sell it again, and use her earnings to start a business or make an investment. She knows how to get what she wants, and pity the man who tries to stand in her way.
She works hard and is strong. She sees to the affairs of her family and her volunteer efforts, and her light always shines brightly. In one hand she holds a spoon for preparing dinner, and in the other her cell phone, talking to someone back at the office or planning rides for the kids to church or school activities. But, she still has room in her house and in her heart for the hurting, the lonely, the outcast, the poor, and the messy and often obnoxious friends of her children and husband.
When it rains, at the door, there are umbrellas and raincoats and warnings about catching colds. When it snows, there are coats and hats and scarves and gloves and snow boots that appear magically for each. Her home is decorated with the best she can get and she wears the most beautiful clothes she can afford. And her hair and shoes lack for no attention.
Her husband gets far too much credit for what he does, for behind him is the lady that is the true backbone and heart and soul of the family who takes care of so much so that he can often focus on so little.
She takes a job, runs an office or a department or a business, or teaches a class, and her bosses don’t know how to run it without her. She has untold strength and dignity and she is fearless toward what may come. The words that flow from her mouth are always wise and loving and soothing and unselfish.
She is ferocious in protecting her family and she has no time for laziness. Her children will look back on the endless house she spent driving them to soccer and basketball and music and youth group. They will remember the countless birthday parties and Christmases and Easter mornings and vacations and sleepovers, and one day they will look back on it with the deepest appreciation and thanks. Her husband knows in his heart who is the real hero, and he knows that no amount of time or words or money or gifts can repay the debt of love he owes.
Other women may do awesome things, but the godly wife and mother surpasses them all in the contributions she makes to all humanity. The youthful charm of the young lady is wonderful, but it can be so deceptive. Gray hair, facial lines, a pound or two too many, and a sagging tummy reflect a deeper and an inner beauty that is earned on the anvil of life and is brought on by sacrifice and worrying about the well-being and futures of her husband and children (rather than resting, playing and working out), by carrying and bearing her children through stretching and discomfort and even pain, by countless hours of chauffeuring in city traffic and sitting at endless and sometimes awfully boring sporting and music events, by waiting outside of Best Buy or Circuit City after midnight on cold winter nights to get one of the first copies of the newest game system or video game, by working a little extra to help pay for her husband’s new boat or car or big screen TV, by caring and fretting a little too much, by praying a little too long, by committing to too many activities, and all in all by trying too hard for too many who often appreciate it far too little.
Yes, youthful charm and beauty fade all too quickly, but the beauty of the woman of God only becomes more real and shines more brightly in the eyes of those who look at life through the heart of Jesus. Yes, it is the mom that is to be praised by everyone because she is the launching pad for all good lives and she is all too often only left with the burn marks of the blast-offs.
So, give her a just reward—enjoy the decorations, laugh too loudly at the events she plans, ooh and aw too long on Christmas morning at the gifts she’s found, hold her hand a little too long, hug her a little too much, kiss her too often, buy her too expensive of gifts, spend just a few extra minutes or hours or days too many, and give her a little too much credit for once for goodness sakes, and shamelessly brag on your wife and your mom before the whole world who has put the high price tags on things that cannot compare to her priceless value!
Posted May 10, 2010
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