So, I’m reading through Proverbs 31 right now.
In case you are wondering, I have an incredible husband. My mother-in-law always tells her boys to treat their women like princesses. =) And they do. Usually ;). Clint is fantastic. He is patient, he is kind, he is strong, he is wise, he is compassionate, he is responsible, I don’t even have to glance at our bank account because I know he has it under control. He is a fixer when I want to quit. His faith is astounding. When I feel like things are hopeless he is always the one who reminds me that God has it under control, and I know he believes it by the way he acts.
I. Love. My. Husband.
It is my love for Clint, and more so my love for his Maker that moves me to learn more about what it means to be a Godly wife. So here I am, at the chapter everyone points to when they want an example of a Godly woman, and this is what I am learning:
The words of King Lemuel. An oracle that his mother taught him:
What are you doing, my son? What are you doing, son of my womb?
What are you doing, son of my vows?
Do not give your strength to women,
your ways to those who destroy kings.
It is not for kings, O Lemuel,
it is not for kings to drink wine,
or for rulers to take strong drink,
lest they drink and forget what has been decreed
and pervert the rights of all the afflicted.
Give strong drink to the one who is perishing,
and wine to those in bitter distress;
let them drink and forget their poverty
and remember their misery no more.
Open your mouth for the mute,
for the rights of all who are destitute.
Open your mouth, judge righteously,
defend the rights of the poor and needy.
(Proverbs 31:1-9 ESV)
Isn’t it funny the things our parents teach us as children that pop up in our adult lives?
My parents taught through action usually. My mom taught me strength (is still teaching me strength) and compassion. My dad taught me integrity and faith (and is currently teaching me what it looks like to praise God in any situation).
Last week on my quest to tame the tongue (still a work in progress btw) silly phrases that my dad uses would pop into my head. Phrases I used to make fun of like, “Oh fiddle” instead of “crap” or “dang-it.” It really is a much more positive way to express frustration.
When you look at the beginning of this Proverb you see that it is written by a king (we are not entirely sure which one, but some believe it is King Solomon) who is reciting what his mother taught him, probably years before he ever became king.
The wise words of a mother: Any woman is not good enough son, choose her wisely. Strong drink will cloud your judgement, you have responsibilities. Speak for those with no voice, be righteous, and take care of those who cannot care for themselves.
Look at the kind of man this mother is training. Wise. Strong. Responsible. Compassionate.
Thank You for parents that cared enough not just to teach me, but to show me what it means to follow You. Thank You for in-laws that raised the kind of son that You talk about here. Help Clint and I to someday be like the loving parents that we had.