We are often tired by the grind of daily living. For it matters not where you work or what you do, work is laborious. And then we also feel the weight of living in this fallen, conflicted world – and all the burdens that come with it.
Have you ever written a blog post that starts out apologizing for not blogging in a while? I haven’t, but the thought had crossed my mind! Until I read a post about Blogging without Obligation. The author basically brought out the fact that no one should have to apologize for how often they post. An intriguing thought.
You are reading Part One of the mini-series subtitled “The Virtuous Woman.”
I’ve concluded that the virtuous woman of Proverbs was like Carolyn Ingalls (of Little House on the Prairie), Mary Kay Ash (of the cosmetics), and Cindy Crawford (beautiful model) all rolled into one. Homemaker par excellence, there was nothing that Perfect Woman couldn’t do.
“Did trains even go down this far?” I wondered, highly doubting it. Wondering if the man was even a porter at all, despite Hubby’s assurances that all those Red Cap guys were there to help with baggage. “You thought he wanted to steal your bags??” he’d asked in amazement. “You should have let him take them. So on your return trip accept the help! And be sure to give a tip!”
City Island, Yankee Stadium, Botanical Gardens, and Little Italy where my husband grew up. Where else but The Bronx?! Once I overcame the paralyzing fear I first felt upon moving to New York, I learned to love the city! What a fascinating place to live, with its multitude of shops, languages, ethnic groups, and interesting neighborhoods!
Some things we go through stay with us through the years, even if they seemed negative at the time. For when we allow the Lord to work, he can use even the hardest situations for our good. Upon our move to the Bronx, having a fenced yard with a German Shepherd watchdog went a long way toward making me feel safer. So much so that I thought, “This Big Apple will be a piece of cake. I can handle it!”
The Lord led us to move from Colorado to the Bronx one year before coming to Italy. We really didn’t know why, just that it was right. Only later did we see that move was but the first step in a long series of the Lord’s leading.
During one of our neediest times years ago, our pastor came forward to pay our rent for us. Hubby had quit his job after his employer started expecting unethical things. We felt it was more important to please God rather than take underhanded earnings. Even if it meant facing want and need, we were confident God would provide.
I would imagine that most (or at least many) Christ-followers have at least heard of John Stott, well-known for his godly writings which greatly influenced the global church. But he was perhaps most remembered as the pastors’ pastor, loved for his humble simplicity. Two things, however, stand out in particular for me.