My person for March was chosen easily – it was no contest at all.
Because my mother’s birthday is March 1. 🙂
I could go on for hours about how wonderful she is in so many different areas. Instead, I’ll keep it relatively simple…
An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels. She is far more precious than the 6-digit salary she would “earn” for all of the work she does teaching, cleaning, training, feeding, organizing… But her preciousness isn’t just in the physical work – but in all of the ways she loves daddy and cares for the four of us kids.
The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain. She does him good, and not harm, all the days of her life. I’ve never heard mommy speak of daddy in any way but honoring him – and she seeks to honor him and do him good in whatever she does. While she was younger, she did him good (all the days of her life!) by waiting for one man instead of pursuing other relationships.
She seeks wool and flax, and works with willing hands. Mommy herself doesn’t do a whole lot of sewing and crocheting/knitting (she does cross-stitch, though), but she goes with us girls to seek our “wool and flax” for crafts, clothes, and projects.
She is like the ships of the merchant; she brings her food from afar. She sends shopping lists with daddy (when he goes flying ‘air ships’ to afar) and he brings us food… but often ‘afar’ is just the grocery store. Except for Parmesan cheese. That’s a must-have for our family, and it’s so expensive here that it always comes from the states – and it comes almost every time people come to visit!
She rises while it is yet night and provides food for her household and portions for her maidens. She stays up until it is morning and goes shopping (we don’t eat big breakfasts, and mommy does her shopping usually after Nate and Candace are in bed), and makes lesson plans for her children.
She considers a field and buys it; with the fruit of her hands she plants a vineyard. Although we had a large, well-tended garden in Michigan, and now have pumpkins and rosemary growing here, the more important garden is the one that she plants seeds in daily: us kids.
She perceives that her merchandise is profitable. Her lamp does not go out at night.
She puts her hands to the distaff, and her hands hold the spindle. She puts her hands to the needle, and her hands hold the counted-cross stitch (and ladle, and dishes, and once-upon-a-time a string bass and a Tuba).
She is not afraid of snow for her household, for all her household are clothed in scarlet. She isn’t afraid of snow for her household ‘cuz it doesn’t snow in Dubai. But she’s not afraid of rain, either, because we have plenty of buckets for when the roof leaks. We’re not all clothed in scarlet, it’s usually blue. But whatever the color, it’s frugally bought or made but not frumpy.
Her husband is known in the gates when he sits among the elders of the land. Because mommy has helped daddy in raising and training us kids, daddy is able to be an elder at Church.
Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at the time to come.
She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
She looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. She runs, cleans, straightens, and takes care of our household efficiently… and doesn’t eat white bread (nor that of idleness).
Her children rise up and call her blessed;her husband also, and he praises her:
“Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.”
Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let her works praise her in the gates!
Happy birthday, mommy!