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About Me
- mothergoose518
- Somewhat Crunchy, Old Fashioned, Fundamental Bible Believing Christian.
Full time stay at home mom to many.
(Two by choice, Six by birth, Eight in Heaven)
Infertility, miscarriage, and stillbirth survivor.
College student. Relaxed homeschooler. Molder of hearts and minds. Cheerer of ball games.
Lover of books. Stringer of words. Wanna be photographer.
Passionate lover and helper of my Super Hubbie!
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Her arms are strong for their tasks...
I am sooo tired and I still have to grade 2 days worth of school work (usually I don't let it go like that but life is anything but normal right now) but I am so desperate to blog that here I am...
"She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks." ~ Proverbs 31:17
Normally I fall woefully short of being a "Proverbs 31 Woman". In recent years I've found it so impossible to measure up to these standards that in many ways I had completely given up the pursuit. I ask myself, in all seriousness, if I am not awake before my family ready to start my day with a joyful and expectant attitude does that mean I am not a godly woman? However there are times when I will find myself in a place where I know I am exactly where God would have me be and that He is giving me the grace I need for the task in front of me.
A most recent example of this came last week as we were moving from one house to another. We only moved five short miles down the road, but for us it might as well have been across the country for not only did we have to weed out the trash and pack up our belongings but the landlords expected us to leave the old place looking like new. Kinda hard to do when it's 100 years old and rotting from the outside in! I mean, helloooo... that's why we were moving in the first place!
Physical activity is not something that comes easily to me. I was one of those special needs kids with disabilities you can't see. I was born without hip sockets and have suffered with allergies, asthma, and skin issues my entire life. Joint, teeth, and fatigue issues were added to all the rest when I hit puberty and a botched appendectomy at the age of 15 has left me with permanent gastro intestinal issues. Upon hitting adulthood and starting a family I disocovered myself to be one who has difficulty getting pregnant and even more difficulty maintaining a pregnancy.
Normal house work exhausts me, however my God given responsibility of training my children means that I can delegate responsibility to my children. I have two choices: I can constantly clean and have no time or energy left over for them, or I can train them to do it and I can spend quality time with them AND they will be able to function when they hit adulthood.
I found myself with the sole responsibility of painting and cleaning the old house. It was after I had completed painting the living room and dining room, and was scrubbing down the refridgerator and walls with a bleach water solution leaving them shining brightly as if they held a new coat of paint that this word popped into my head. "She sets about her work vigorously, her arms are strong for the task."
Notice the order of that statement. It does not say that she set about her work vigorously because her arms were strong for the task. She set about her work vigrously FIRST. Why were her arms strong for their task? Was it because she spent a certain number of time each day at the gym, on the treadmill in her basement, or jogging around the neighborhood? Somehow, I don't think so. I believe her arms were strong for the task for two reasons. One, because she did not eat the bread of idleness and staying active kept her in good physical shape. But two, and most importantly, because GOD GAVE HER THE STRENGTH TO DO IT!
Each night that I came home from working on that house I literally collapsed in pain. I am in some amount of pain on a good day, and this was rough. I was so tired I could hardly see straight and I just wanted to cry. When I woke in the night I literally hurt so badly I could hardly move. And yet, when morning came I showered, dressed, and went back to work with ease. Why is that? Why were my arms, in this frail disappointing body, so strong for their task? The only answer is Jesus. He gave me just the amount of strength and energy I needed for each days work.
Now if only verse 26 could be truthfully said about me... "When she speaks, her words are wise, and she gives instructions with kindness."
"She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks." ~ Proverbs 31:17
Normally I fall woefully short of being a "Proverbs 31 Woman". In recent years I've found it so impossible to measure up to these standards that in many ways I had completely given up the pursuit. I ask myself, in all seriousness, if I am not awake before my family ready to start my day with a joyful and expectant attitude does that mean I am not a godly woman? However there are times when I will find myself in a place where I know I am exactly where God would have me be and that He is giving me the grace I need for the task in front of me.
A most recent example of this came last week as we were moving from one house to another. We only moved five short miles down the road, but for us it might as well have been across the country for not only did we have to weed out the trash and pack up our belongings but the landlords expected us to leave the old place looking like new. Kinda hard to do when it's 100 years old and rotting from the outside in! I mean, helloooo... that's why we were moving in the first place!
Physical activity is not something that comes easily to me. I was one of those special needs kids with disabilities you can't see. I was born without hip sockets and have suffered with allergies, asthma, and skin issues my entire life. Joint, teeth, and fatigue issues were added to all the rest when I hit puberty and a botched appendectomy at the age of 15 has left me with permanent gastro intestinal issues. Upon hitting adulthood and starting a family I disocovered myself to be one who has difficulty getting pregnant and even more difficulty maintaining a pregnancy.
Normal house work exhausts me, however my God given responsibility of training my children means that I can delegate responsibility to my children. I have two choices: I can constantly clean and have no time or energy left over for them, or I can train them to do it and I can spend quality time with them AND they will be able to function when they hit adulthood.
I found myself with the sole responsibility of painting and cleaning the old house. It was after I had completed painting the living room and dining room, and was scrubbing down the refridgerator and walls with a bleach water solution leaving them shining brightly as if they held a new coat of paint that this word popped into my head. "She sets about her work vigorously, her arms are strong for the task."
Notice the order of that statement. It does not say that she set about her work vigorously because her arms were strong for the task. She set about her work vigrously FIRST. Why were her arms strong for their task? Was it because she spent a certain number of time each day at the gym, on the treadmill in her basement, or jogging around the neighborhood? Somehow, I don't think so. I believe her arms were strong for the task for two reasons. One, because she did not eat the bread of idleness and staying active kept her in good physical shape. But two, and most importantly, because GOD GAVE HER THE STRENGTH TO DO IT!
Each night that I came home from working on that house I literally collapsed in pain. I am in some amount of pain on a good day, and this was rough. I was so tired I could hardly see straight and I just wanted to cry. When I woke in the night I literally hurt so badly I could hardly move. And yet, when morning came I showered, dressed, and went back to work with ease. Why is that? Why were my arms, in this frail disappointing body, so strong for their task? The only answer is Jesus. He gave me just the amount of strength and energy I needed for each days work.
Now if only verse 26 could be truthfully said about me... "When she speaks, her words are wise, and she gives instructions with kindness."
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