She rises also while it is still night
And gives food to her household
And portions to her maidens.
She is up with the chickens — she’s definitely not lazy —
And prioritizes the health and nutrition of her family
And makes a plan for the day, delegating tasks.
~A paraphrase by Angela. You’re welcome.
Did you notice that Jewel has servants? Well that’s a nice little tidbit that should have been mentioned earlier! If I had maidens flitting about that I could delegate chores to, I might be a little perfect wife myself! Ha! Oh, it’s easy to make excuses, isn’t it? Let’s get serious.
Even with maidens, Jewel sure does work a lot. She does things we don’t have to do these days, like spinning her own thread from wool and flax, and then making clothes, which we’ve already discussed. Like going all over town every day to get food because refrigerators haven’t been invented yet, which has also already been covered. A preview of verses to come shows that she is also a shrewd customer, works in a vineyard, exercises, is still working on making clothes late into the night, serves the poor, sells handmade goods to add a few coins to the family purse, teaches wisdom and kindness (I wonder if she homeschools?), manages her house, and doesn’t waste time. Although Jewel has servants, she still has enough work to do to keep her busy from before dawn until after dusk! She is NOT eating bon-bons and watching TV while other people are working for her.
I write this as my washing machine whirs, my dryer tumbles, my dishwasher patiently awaits a few more dirty dishes to make a full load, the baby’s carrots steam quietly, and tonight’s stir-fry sits in the freezer ready for just ten minutes in the skillet. Since none of these things require my immediate attention — 8 more minutes left on the dryer, which I will stretch to at least 15 before I actually go get the clothes out! — I am free to reflect on this verse from another era. Modern conveniences take the place of what ancient women probably spent hours doing. There is certainly still a lot to be done each day, but the fact that I can sit and write a few paragraphs in this post tells you that I have a few minutes, anyway!
So I don’t have servants; what I have is even better. Electricity! Running water! Appliances! Walmart! A car! And therefore, no excuses.
How do I stack up? Well, I don’t have any chickens, but I’m up with my own little turkey every morning. That’s only appropriate; I can’t really leave him screaming and sitting in his swollen diaper! This has nothing to do with my character or with any noble inclination to rise early and get to work — I just have to get up because my little man is up! I’m not sure that counts. Next: health and nutrition. Well. Before I got married, I ate fast food and frozen food and convenience food for just about every meal. Once I did get married, well, let’s just say that Hamburger Helper was my trusty sidekick. Seven years in, I’m still no pioneer wife, but I’m much better. Much healthier, but still a long way to go yet. And finally, I am the queen of plans. Do you know who somehow doesn’t recognize his royal blood? My son, the turkey. So, I’m still figuring out how to create realistic plans that can be executed even with a crawler in tow!
That’s it. If you thought I had amazing insights, sorry to disappoint! I’ve struggled with this post for nearly three weeks, hoping to receive some sort of divine wisdom to weave throughout my message, but this is all I’ve got. This is a convicting verse for me, period. I don’t really have any advice about this one at all. More like, “Well, I don’t know. What about you?”
So yeah, what about you?
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My Son, avoid lazy women. You’ll be super-annoyed if you fall in love with one and marry her, because her flaws will only be amplified when she’s yawning between suggestions about which pizza place to order from. Again.
My Love, I got nothin’, as previously stated! I can look back and honestly say that I’m better than I was, but I can also look around and honestly say that I’m not where I’d like to be. Still working on it! Thanks for being awesome to me, even through the Hamburger Helper days. (I mean heck, it tasted good, even if it wasn’t good for us!)
My Lord, I am so aware of my deficiencies, and increasingly aware of Your grace. Teach me! I don’t know how to become the kind of Jewel my family deserves. Trying to muscle my way into becoming a carbon copy of this ancient woman is impossible and probably not Your desire for me, but surely learning from her example could only benefit me and everyone around me. In these harder verses, I know I need more grace, and I need more help. Thank You for your faithfulness!
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