The Virtuous Wife

The Virtuous Wife

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. She seeks wool and flax, and willingly works with her hands. She is like the merchant ships, she brings her food from afar. She also rises while it is yet night, and provides food for her household, and a portion for her maidservants. She considers a field and buys it; from her profits she plants a vineyard. She girds herself with strength, and strengthens her arms. She perceives that her merchandise is good, and her lamp does not go out by night. She stretches out her hands to the distaff, and her hand holds the spindle. She extends her hand to the poor, yes, she reaches out her hands to the needy. She is not afraid of snow for her household, for all her household is clothed with scarlet. She makes tapestry for herself; her clothing is fine linen and purple. Her husband is known in the gates, when he sits among the elders of the land. She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies sashes for the merchants. Strength and honor are her clothing; she shall rejoice in time to come. 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.” Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, but a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised. Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let her own works praise her in the gates.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Dear Lord

There are no words to describe
How deep my pain does flow
What words can be used
This I will never know
How I sometimes dream
That I was a stuffed bear
My wounds are deep and bleeding
How much more must I bear
Why must I suffer so
I cannot help but wonder
I feel so lost and alone
Aimlessly I seem to wander
You feel so distant Lord
I need your touch
Without you in my life
Living isn't worth much
Take my pain
Heal my wounds
Give me your Holy Spirit
In your love I want to bloom
Cleanse me and make me whole
Sanctify me in your Son
For he paid the price
When He said, "It is done".


- Regina ten Brinke -
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