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A Proverbs 31 Woman

Who can find a virtuous wife? For her worth is far above rubies. The heart of her husband safely trusts her; so he will have no lack of gain. She does him good and not evil all the days of her life.” Proverbs 30: 10-12

It could be said that Proverbs 31 is considered God’s “gold standard” for virtuous womanhood. Most women I know feel this is an impossible goal to reach. I do not believe that Proverbs 31 is so much about what a woman must “do” as it is about what a woman can “be.”  The woman depicted here is not a “shrinking violet” or a “doormat.” This is a woman who walks confidently and boldly in the gifts that God has given her and, as for her husband, she “does him good and not evil all the days of her life” (Proverbs 31:12). This is a woman who exhibits excellence in what she does, thereby blessing her husband and children in great measure. “She opens her mouth with wisdom, and on her tongue is the law of kindness. She watches over the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: ‘Many daughters have done well, but you excel them all.‘ “(Proverbs 31:26-29). This is a woman who has the confidence of her husband and has his blessing as she develops all of her God-given talents and abilities.

You might guess that I am a proponent of strong, competent, and capable women.  These women are resilient; they face life’s many challenges with faith, courage, and strength of character. The women who, with their pioneering husbands, settled our country and expanded its borders, are a perfect example of what I mean. They worked tirelessly along side of their husbands, building a place for their families, and helped to birth our nation. These women were no “hot-house flowers.”

My daughter, Hannah, comes from a long line of competent, capable, and intelligent women: a paternal great-grandmother with a Masters in Education (she wasn’t allowed to get a Masters in Mathematics, her first choice, because it wasn’t considered to be a “woman’s field” at that time); twin paternal great-aunts with Ph.D.’s in English and Literature; a maternal great-grandmother who went to the mission field as a young single woman, not marrying until her mid-thirties; and a maternal grandmother who finished her college education over a ten-year period with three small children, graduating as valedictorian of her class. With the exception of the twin great-aunts who remained single until they died at 104 years of age, the others had strong marriages of long duration and the full support of their husbands. Each one of these women loved the LORD and served Him with their whole heart. This is an incredible spiritual heritage and a testament to what a godly marriage can and should be and speaks highly of their husband’s character as well.

The Beatitudes tell us in Matthew 5:5, “Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.” For me, until recently, meekness has always been equal to “weakness.”  It seems that much of the American church also equates meekness with pacifism. The best example of meekness I have ever heard is that of a horse who is completely “rein trained.”  This horse is so well-trained, and in tune with his rider, that he is waiting for the slightest pressure of the reins on his neck to tell him which direction he is to go. This is true meekness: strength under complete control. This is how God desires to lead us by the Holy Spirit.

By this definition, a “Proverbs 31 woman” should be a “meek” woman. She walks obediently in the ways of her God, fulfilling His call on her life. She does not fear the future because she knows that God is her Protector and her Guide.  She is confident that her contribution is necessary, and is ready and willing to meet the needs of others.  Her heart is generous, and when she speaks, wisdom is evident. She fears the LORD and ministers life to those she meets. She passes down to the next generation a spiritual heritage; her legacy will be evident in the lives of all those that she has touched.

This was eloquently stated in 1852 by Edward Mansfield in “Woman:”

“There is a beautiful parallelism between the condition of woman in her domestic life, and the character of a nation. She is the mother of men, and the former of their minds, at that early age when every word distils upon the heart, like the dew-drop upon the tender grass. There is to that young mind no truth or falsehood in the world but that whose words flow from the mother’s lips. There is no beauty in character, nor glory in action, which has not been concentrated by her praise. There is to that climbing child no path where the mother’s feet has not trod. Her mind is to his the supernatural pillar of fire which illumines his mid-night ignorance, and the silvery cloud which at mid-day precedes him in every highway to the world.

And, even when science has conducted her pupil through the highest walls of knowledge; or when art has polished him into the accomplished citizen; or when power has dignified him with the memorials of office, she still lives in his soul, which she has imbued from her heart’s ‘pictured urn, With thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.”

Many women tend to think their professional contribution is more important than their contributions at home. Nothing could be farther from the truth. It is easy for us to focus on ever-increasing piles of laundry and dishes or the never-ending housework. It would be easy to overlook those “teachable moments” when our children’s hearts are wide open and ready to receive godly wisdom. The seeds of wisdom we plant in each of those moments bears eternal fruit. And, they will continue to bear fruit for succeeding generations as our children pass down to their children that which we have so carefully taught them.

In a perfect world (alas, I don’t live in one!) I would do all of these things well every day. Of course this doesn’t happen, but each day I can do my best as God enables me. The rest I must leave in God’s hands.  And when I fail, which I regularly do, His grace, mercy, and forgiveness allow me to start the next day with a clean slate.

My husband will tell you that a strong man generally desires a strong woman for his wife. He recognizes that, like two horses in harness, both must be strong or the team will fail to run the race that is set before them. In our culture, we tend to define strong women as bossy, boisterous, and pushy, but God sees a strong woman as one who has been tempered as steel and refined like silver. It is His manifested presence in a woman that makes her strong. It is not a personality trait but a heart issue.

It is the heart of a “Proverbs 31” woman that makes her home a safe haven for her family; a place of peace where they can find rest from the struggles of their lives. It is the quiet strength of her heart that soothes her husband and children when their hearts are filled with pain. It is the godly wisdom in her heart they turn to when confusion fills their minds and they don’t know what to do. It is her heart, completely captivated by the love of her Saviour, that is the conduit of His love for them. It is her heart, where the King of Kings reigns, which gives her the strength to become a “Proverbs 31 woman.”

“Then justice will dwell in the wilderness, and righteousness remain in the fruitful field.  The work of righteousness will be peace, and the effect of righteousness, quietness and assurance for ever.  My people will dwell in a peaceful habitation, in secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places.”  Isaiah 32: 16-18 (NKJV)

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Losing A Daughter

The photo of “The Mad Bluebird” by Michael L. Smith has been a family favorite for many years as it is depictive of one of my husband’s many “faces.” In honor of our thirty-fourth wedding anniversary this weekend, I include the following brief exchange which took place between my daughter and my husband after I went to sleep two nights ago. One should always have their priorities straight!

Hannah: But I want to spend as much time with you as I can before I move away!

Dad: It’s okay. I don’t think of it as losing a daughter, I think of it as getting my parking spot back.

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Charming Eccentricities

“A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.” Proverbs 17:22 (KJV)

When the day comes for Hannah to marry and have children of her own, she will likely tell them all about her parents many “charming eccentricities.” She will pass along to them the humorous tales of our quirks and the accumulated treasure of one-liners which makes up our family’s many “inside jokes.” For us, these have been gleaned from favorite movies, sermons, books, and assorted other sources. They bind us together with the commonality of a shared sense of humor.

Growing up, my family was no different. My father’s sense of humor was “legend.” He used his favorite sayings often and they were always met with groans of “DAAAAD!” from his three progeny. Below, I have included just a few of the many we heard as we trod our path from infancy to adulthood.

Father, I hope you are listening from Heaven.

“Welcome to the adult world.”  I hated hearing this one. It meant that he thought I was whining and he was telling me to grow up!

“You can’t get there from here.”  His response to problems with no immediately presentable solution, or if he wanted to tell you that it just couldn’t be done (that way).

“I love life and I want to live.” There is a song by this name which my Dad sang (or threatened to sing) often. It is an annoying little ditty of sappy sentimentality which we all hated. This is, of course, why he sang it so often with such delight!

“I don’t understand all I know about this.” Equivalent to his scratching his head as he pondered various options–or wanting you to think he was (pondering), because he already knew the answer.

Beautimus.”  Technically taken from my sister who supposedly originated this phrase. He used it to express pleasure for an appreciated object or event.

“Oh, nertz….Oy vey….Judas Priest! Raised a good Baptist, four letter words were not an option. These were his acceptable alternatives.

“She had an hourglass figure, and it was about 11:30 at night.” All right, so this probably needs no explanation. Usually applied to those women who drifted towards the “battle-axe” end of the spectrum–primarily in personality, but with the physical attributes to match.

“This is NOT a gymnasium.” Need I tell you what we were doing that elicited this response? Are there children anywhere who don’t jump on the furniture?

“Learn to suffer, kid.” See number 1.

“My mother didn’t give me that much money.” (Or the variant, “My mother works third shift at the foundry.”) Used when presented with a bill and he wanted to make a statement about the cost. Or conversely, as a means of making a clerk, waiter, or waitress laugh.

“That questions my answer.” Invariably, people would give my dad a puzzled look, not always sure if he had inadvertently swapped his words around, or he was actually joking about the fact that their answer didn’t clear things up one bit.

“Are you bragging or complaining?” My father’s oh-so-subtle (or not) approach to telling you that he “had your number.”

And last, but not least:

“If you know, then why don’t you do?” I can’t count how many times I must have told my dad, “I know, Dad!” and he countered with this phrase.

Certainly not an exhaustive list, but enough to give you an idea of what I had to put up with as a child. I know, you all feel so sorry for me. . .

Growing up with laughter in my family was an incredible blessing. What I wouldn’t give to hear my father say any of these,

Just one more time. . .

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(A special thanks to my sister, Ruth, for her invaluable help in compiling this list. As she told me, “It all comes back to you complete with the right inflections once you see it, right?”)

Related Article: “Quotable Quotes” from “Viking Footprints In The Snow.”

The Heart Of A Woman

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.  And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.” 1 Corinthians 13:11-13 (NKJV)

Several weeks ago, my daughter Hannah and I took down the Christmas tree after the holidays. Normally, this is a task that I do not particularly enjoy. The house always looks so empty and feels so “cold” after everything is put away. This year, however, my purpose was more than just removing all the Christmas tree ornaments and restoring them to their proper place until next year. This year, the ornaments had to be sorted.

You see, my daughter is in the middle of her last year of college. Graduation looms, and along with it, the establishment of her own separate household. She is excited about the prospect of having a place to call her own and not living in an 8×10 foot dorm room. While she is understandably a bit nervous about the process, she is ready to have a place that she can call “home.”

Of course, the purpose of the “ornament-sort” was to cull out those ornaments that have, over the years, been given to her, for when she has her first Christmas tree. This was a bittersweet blessing for me as the reality of what we were doing was apparent. Our daughter is now a young woman and will soon to be living independently from us.

The focus of our Christmas and birthday gifts to her this year was a bit different from previous Christmases and birthdays. She received a number of items essential to a young woman for setting up her own household: pots and pans, kitchen utensils, cookbooks, and other assorted necessities for someone who likes to cook and clean.

What has surprised me about this entire process is how excited I have been to gather up all those items she will need to set up her first apartment. I have even gone through our house and come up with enough “early attic, late relative” furniture to get her started. In many ways, I think I am having more fun with all of this than she is.

Now, there are some parents who can’t wait for their children to grow up, move out, and stop being a drain on the family finances. This is not true for us. Hannah will be greatly missed when she no longer calls our house her home. We have considered it a privilege to provide financially for what she has needed.

It has given me great satisfaction watching her mature into a lovely young woman. She is ready to be an adult and all that goes with it, even if she is not confident of that fact. She has put away “childish things.” She has the acquired the life skills and the spiritual and emotional maturity necessary to step out into the adult adventure called “life.” She will handle all the challenges she faces with wisdom, even if that wisdom occassionally requires she calls Mom and Dad for some help.

The heart of a woman goes through many seasons in life: childhood, youth, adulthood, marriage, motherhood, “empty nest,” and finally, if God so blesses, “grandmother.” This is the season for my heart to let go of a child, and welcome a woman: to watch Hannah bloom into what God has intended for her. It is the season to praise God for all that He has done, and is doing, in both her life and mine.

The heart of this woman is filled with gratitude for the great blessing that is her daughter.

And so, another season begins for my heart and hers. . .

Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of men in their deceitful scheming. Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will in all things grow up into him who is the Head, that is, Christ.” Ephesians 4: 14-15 (NIV/1984)

Related Article: “Bittersweet Blessing

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Happy Birthday, Hannah

For this child I prayed, and the LORD has granted me my petition which I asked of Him. Therefore I also have lent him to the LORD; as long as he lives he shall be lent to the LORD.” 1 Samuel 1: 27-28 (NKJV)

It seems it was just yesterday that our beautiful daughter, Hannah, was born. When the nurse told me that she was a redhead, I almost didn’t believe her, but indeed she was. I had expected a blond child; after all her father and I were both blond as children. To watch Hannah grow into a lovely, intelligent, godly young woman has been a special privilege. We could not be more grateful for the precious treasure she is to us. Where did the time go?  Happy 21st birthday, my darling girl.

To A Little Girl

Oh, little girl with eyes of brown
And smiles that fairly light the town,
I wonder if you really know
Just why it is we love you so,
And why–with all the little girls
With shining eyes and tangled curls
That throng and dance this big world through–
Our hearts have room for only you.

Since other little girls are gay
And laugh and sing and romp in play,
And all are beautiful to see,
Why should you mean so much to me?
And why should Mother, day and night,
Make you her source of all delight,
And always find in your caress
Her greatest sum of happiness?

Oh, there’s a reason good for this,
You laughing little bright-eyed miss!
In all this town, with all its girls
With shining eyes and sun-kissed curls,
If we should search it through and through
We’d find not one so fair as you;
And none, however fair of face,
Within our hearts could take your place.

For, one glad day not long ago,
God sent you down to us below,
And said that you were ours to keep,
To guard awake and watch asleep;
And ever since the day you came
No other child has seemed the same;
No other smiles are quite so fair
As those which happily you wear.

We seem to live from day to day
To hear the things you have to say;
And just because God gave us you,
We prize the little things you do.
Though God has filled this world with flowers,
We like you best because you’re ours–
In you our greatest joys we know,
And that is why we love you so.

Edgar Albert Guest

And lastly, a poem for a young lady who is beautiful, both inside and out.

She Walks In Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

by Lord Byron

My special thanks to Ava Hill Photography, Spring, TX. Photo used with permission.
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A Blessing–The Perfect Gift

For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given; and the government will be upon His shoulder. And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Of the increase of His government and peace there will be no end, upon the throne of David and over His kingdom, to order it and establish it with judgment and justice from that time forward, even forever. The zeal of the Lord of hosts will perform this.”  Isaiah 9:6-7 (NKJV)

There is no argument that the greatest gift we have ever received is that of Jesus Christ’s birth, atoning work on the cross, and His resurrection.  In this Christmas season, we are mindful of that Perfect Gift to all of mankind, but, we can also be distracted by the commercial emphasis in the market-place as merchants bombard us with the need for giving gifts to each other.

This Christmas, as never before, I want to focus on something of eternal value in my gift giving.  So few of the gifts any of us will exchange this year will even be used or remembered by next year at this time. The gifts that we give to our children are often quickly broken or forgotten as they are turn their focus onto the next hottest item advertised by commercial interests.

A church that we previously attended had a lovely custom for its graduates, one which I had not previously been aware of. It is based on the Biblical principle of the father’s blessing.  Each graduate is given a Bible and then the father (or mother, if no father is present or available) is encouraged to pray for his child and speak a blessing over him as he enters into the next phase of his life.  It was a great disappointment to us that only two of the fathers in the group of graduating seniors officially blessed them. My husband was one of that small group. He spent a number of hours working on the blessing that he would speak over our daughter during that ceremony.

It is so easy, as parents, to focus on many things where are children are concerned. We work diligently to pass down to them the knowledge and skills that they will need to make their own way in the world.  We try to provide them with a rich environment for learning and character development. Within the home school community this becomes a full-time occupation for at least one of the parents.  However, I believe that most parents omit one fundamental gift to their children in this growth process: the father’s blessing.

There are a number of examples of the father’s blessing within the Old Testament. As a father passed down to his sons their material inheritance, he also spoke over these sons a spiritual blessing.  Genesis 27 recounts Isaac’s blessing to Jacob:

Then his father Isaac said to him, ‘Come near now and kiss me, my son.’ And he came near and kissed him; and he smelled the smell of his clothing, and blessed him and said: ‘Surely, the smell of my son is like the smell of a field which the LORD has blessed. Therefore may God give you the dew of heaven, of the fatness of the earth, and plenty of grain and wine. Let peoples serve you, and nations bow down to you. Be master over your brethren, and let your mother’s sons bow down to you. Cursed be everyone who curses you, and blessed be those who bless you!'” (Genesis 27: 26-29 NKJV).

Clearly this is more than just the gift of material blessings. This blessing speaks into the spiritual realm something of real significance.  How is it that those of us in the church have neglected something this important?  What has been lost because we have done so?

Prior to my daughter’s departure for college, many people expressed their sincere sympathy about the impending loss in my life. I was told about the difficulties of “empty nest” syndrome and how I would struggle emotionally with it.  I was informed that my marriage would be stressed and that I would continually weep as I grieved over her going away from me. Actually, neither one of those occurred. Did I miss her?  Yes greatly, however, those moments of emotional distress were few and far between.  I believe that this was mitigated by several factors. Besides the obvious grace and mercy of God, the fact that our daughter is exactly where God has ordained her to be has been an incredible blessing to us.  She has not distanced herself emotionally from us, even though she physically no longer resides in our home for the better part of the year. Our marriage has not suffered either. We had twelve years of married life prior to the birth of this child which we never thought we could have.  Our patterns of marriage were well established and we returned to that which we had before she was born.

My husband and I have discussed many times as to why our experience was so radically different from most of the people we know. We have come to the conclusion that this ease of transition had much to do with the blessing my husband spoke and prayed over our daughter during that graduation ceremony. In that blessing we released her into the next phase of her life. As we let go of her in the physical and spiritual realm, God gave us peace in the emotional realm. Here is the blessing that my husband spoke over her that day:

“A Father’s Blessing

Hannah, joy and delight or our lives, I charge you today before God, our family, and our friends to serve the LORD wholeheartedly, to seek His kingdom first, and above all, to faithfully run the race He has set before you with joy and perseverance. As your father, it is my honor and privilege to bless you with wisdom and insight, to bless you with courage and grace in the face of the challenges you will face in this next stage of your life and service to the Lord.  I bless you with Divine Protection in every activity–in your daily life, in your travels, in your dance and dance training, that in every way God will cover you with His wings and keep you from all harm.  In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I bless you and I release you into this next stage of your life and service to the LORD, with our love and our full assurance that God will direct and protect your every step.”

This year as we contemplate what gifts we will present to our daughter on Christmas morning, I have decided that the most important gift I want to give her is a mother’s blessing.  I want to speak into her life that spiritual inheritance which will have eternal value.  Just as my husband and I chose our daughter’s name to exemplify one of the spiritual qualities we wanted to be most evident in her life, I want to continue that spiritual inheritance with a mother’s blessing.

A Mother’s Blessing

Hannah, you are such a treasure to us. We have been blessed to see so many elements of your father’s blessing already manifesting in your character and in your spirit.  I charge you today before God to continue serving God wholeheartedly, seeking His Will and His purpose for every decision that you make.  As you grow in Him and walk into His Divine plans for your life, I would bless you with those elements of a godly character that He most values in women.  And one day, when God blesses you, I charge you to give to your husband and children that which God has so generously given to you.  I bless you with the godly attributes of the “Proverbs 31 woman.”  It is His Desire, and mine, that you will be an example to all of that which constitutes a virtuous woman: that the heart of your husband and children will safely trust in you; that you will do your husband good and not evil all the days of your life; that you will willingly work with your hands to provide food and a loving home for your family; that you will gird yourself with all spiritual strength to meet whatever challenges come your way; that your lamp will never go out, even during the darkest of nights; that you will not be afraid, trusting the LORD your God in every situation; that strength and honor will be your clothing; that you will open your mouth with wisdom and speak the law of kindness; and that you will watch over the ways of your household, not eating the bread of idleness.  As you walk in these godly attributes, your children will rise up and call you blessed and your husband will also praise you. It is in agreement with the Word of the Living God, that I speak His Truth over you today; that you may continue to walk in His Ways and be a living example of His Love to all those He brings into your life. As you do so, you will bring Glory and Honor to the King of Kings, both today, and for the rest of your life.”

As we think about those gifts we want to bless our children with this Christmas season, let us not forget the God’s Perfect Gift. I would also ask every parent to consider what spiritual blessing you might speak as a gift into each of your children’s lives. This is not a gift that will be quickly broken or forgotten. This is a gift that has eternal value and will continue to bear eternal fruit.

I thank God, whom I serve with a pure conscience, as my forefathers did, as without ceasing I remember you in my prayers night and day, greatly desiring to see you, being mindful of your tears, that I may be filled with joy, when I call to remembrance the genuine faith that is in you, which dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice, and I am persuaded is in you also. Therefore I remind you to stir up the gift of God which is in you through the laying on of hands.”  2 Timothy 1:3-6 (NKJV)

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(Edited version of original which was posted on 12/12/2010 as The Perfect Gift–A Blessing)

Bittersweet Blessing

“I have taught you in the way of wisdom; I have led you in right paths. When you walk, your steps will not be hindered, and when you run, you will not stumble. Take firm hold of instruction, do not let go; keep her, for she is your life.”  Proverbs 4:11-13 (NKJV)

I recently returned from a trip to visit my daughter at Belhaven University. She had asked me to come and visit with her for several days prior to the Spring Faculty Dance Concert in which she had been given a solo.  It was a bittersweet couple of days as I realized that, in just one short year, she would be graduating from college. It seems like only yesterday that my husband and I started this grand adventure known as parenthood.  Where did the time go so quickly?

This past week, my daughter introduced me to many of her professors and instructors. Each of them was generous in their compliments about her and her contributions to the dance department.  Their obvious respect for her left no doubt in my mind that they saw her as more than just another student. They saw her as an adult.

This is, of course, what we work so hard for as parents: to instill in our children those values and character traits that we deem important. We hope to see our children grow into fully functioning adults who will exhibit wisdom in their relationships and in their life’s decisions.

All that being said, however, I struggled far more this past week, while watching her in class and rehearsal, than I ever did when she first went away to college. I found myself often overwhelmed with emotion as the enormity of what I was seeing and hearing began to sink in: this beautiful girl who her father and I raised, was no longer a girl. She had grown into a beautiful young woman. And I knew once and for all, with certainty, that this young woman was going to leave me behind as she walked into the call of God on her life. Now mind you, I have always known that she was going to grow up and leave us, and have spent many years working toward this very goal for her life, but I was still woefully unprepared for the reality of it.

I know every parent must come to this point. Our children grow up and become adults. The passage of time cannot be stopped. My husband and I have always encouraged our daughter to think for herself, make her own decisions, and take responsibility for her actions. We have been there to back her up, or pick her up, depending on the decision and its outcome. This too is what parents are supposed to do. It is our job to equip our children to grow into maturity, not only physically and intellectually, but more importantly, spiritually. And when they come to this place of maturity in their lives, it is our responsibility to let them go, with our blessing.

I have been wonderfully blessed. This young woman, for whom I have been parent for the past twenty years, has become someone whom I can call friend.

“Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb is a reward.” Psalm 127:3 (NKJV)

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