But the man who looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues to do this, not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it—he will be blessed in what he does. James 1:25
Wouldn’t it be awesome if we woke up tomorrow having figured out this whole Proverbs 31 thing?
Just instantly we know what to do, what to say, and, thanks to her leading, can look good doing it?
Oh, how I wish it were that easy!
At this point, I’d even wish it were close to being that easy.
Those women, you know, found in Titus 2 and Proverbs 31, they intimidate me.
I haven’t purchased a field or woven clothes out of fine scarlet fabric. I’m still trying to learn what chaste means and, while I’m a keeper of my home, my home doesn’t quite look “kept” right this moment.
But a girl can hope can’t she?
Recently the Lord has been speaking to me, using of all things, an old math phrase I learned years ago.
For anyone who knows my lacking math skills, you must be fully convinced that the Lord will use anything, anything at all to get our attention.
The sum of the parts is what makes the whole.
I can just imagine how very impressed you are right now.
But you see my mind, the portion that can’t remember how to solve an quadratic equation but loves the superfluidity of words, knew exactly what that meant.
If I want and need to be revived, to bear fruit and to have a great marriage, I have to remember it’s the sum of the parts that matter.
It’s the moment-by-moment choices that make the whole, the sum of who I am.
It’s choosing to not get angry, even when it’s a justified response. It’s choosing to put my husband before myself. It’s choosing to submit, even when I’m not quite sure how well a particular decision. It’s choosing to commit my day to the Lord, starting with His word.
The sum of the parts is what makes the whole me.
Praying our sums make a great whole,
Barb
