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She Senses The Worth of Her Work

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She Senses The Worth of Her Work

I have aspired to these words because of the faithful example of my grandmother. 

I lived to know “love” like she did. 

Genuine, transparent and honest.

I lived to “do” as she did out of genuine love for others.

No matter their story, she gave, served and never doubted her commitment to the opportunity that God would provide. 

Available. Sensitive. Attentive.

I live to “live” like she did. 

Full. Free. Faithful.
By faith, with the Lord’s help and empowered by the “helper”, the Holy Spirit. 

She was the breath of God and that passion still breathes in me. 

She was opulent. She was a lover of life, a dreamer of big dreams and a faithful servant of God.

Why? 

Because God never does things half-way.

She was brave, strong-minded and invincible, with a whole lot of Scarlett O’Hara in her. 

She picked up the pieces in the midst of tragedy and built life kingdoms with love, grace, kindness and faith. 

My grandfather, her husband, would succumb to a heart attack at the age of 42. Gone too soon. She was resilient and has a push through attitude- There was not an option to quit but to thrive, not just survive!

Yet the steel resolve, life’s had chiseled in stone on my grandmother’s brow as her face told her story of hard things. 

YES! Hard things. 

She grew up a tobacco and watermelon farmer’s daughter. They lived on land inherited from my great-grandmother Emma Blanche Melvin. Her father, Larry Fisher married into a very wealthy, yet hard-working family and proceeded to the work of his hand- a 200 hundred acre farm alongside of his beloved.

Only two of their children survived their childhood. It was challenging but God was faithful to fill their small family with love,  mercy and commitment to giving to the greater good of others.

Sadness. Loss. Struggle. 

My grandmother would learn it all too well herself! She gave birth to my mother, Anne, and she would be her only child after many lost pregnancies.
I have never known such rich love and I have failed at much of the active part of faith spoken to and based on the “perfect” Proverbs 31 wife.

Yet I know grace, an unending love for my Savior and a commitment to give my life to loving and serving others in Jesus name.

So while I never expected unrealistic perfection from my grandmother I learned about grace from her. Grace given. Grace received. She owned her failure, sorrow, pain, offered up a sincere apology for any error and then picked herself up to blaze a new and good path forward. 

I LOVED, still love and admire her tenacity. No time to waste! She KNEW the worth of her work and she challenged me to live the same. She lived fully present despite being a widow until she died.

Passion. To dream big dreams. To obey every little unseen yet worthy sacrifice to see it to the end and to the best of my ability.

She taught me real things. Like how to make biscuits. My favorite place was standing on a short stool at the white and red metal table. Most every morning she cooked and I made biscuits. He morning routine included listening to the local news, weather and of course the obituaries on the old radio in her kitchen. I was offended shushed up so that she could hear. When she hears about a need, an unexpected loss, felt moved with compassion- we’d make more biscuits, fry some chicken, pack a box with it all and add some sweet tea. 

We’d pile in the car and deliver food made with love, wrap compassions arms around someone with great love and set the table, put ice in the glasses and make sure everyone was cared for. She  would say to me as we left every time, “We can only pray that the mourner’s sorrow would be made light with loves response.”

So, Mama Hales, this one is for you! I cannot imagine my life of faith without your tender heart and guided hand that faithfully taught me how to find my passion for doing good with my life and encouraged me to extend mercy and grace to everyone one small step at a time.

Heaven is better for you being there as I can imagine your strong demeanor and passion is bowed low before the Heavenly Father in worship. You are praying us forward and encouraging us to not lose heart. To keep the faith. To obey the Father. To never forget God’s love for us. To serve Him for all of our days.

Not one will ever likely tell of the your impact in your small world but I will remain faithful to every little thing that I am tasked to do- for YOUR glory and our good. 

So much to learn, so much to surrender and so much left to live- a beautiful legacy of faith that you have gifted us with and now we hold it all in our hearts until heaven.

“A good woman is hard to find,and worth far more than diamonds. Her husband trusts her without reserve, and never has reason to regret it. Never spiteful, she treats him generously all her life long.

She shops around for the best yarns and cottons, and enjoys knitting and sewing.

She’s like a trading ship that sails to faraway places and brings back exotic surprises. 

She’s up before dawn, preparing breakfastfor her family and organizing her day. 

She looks over a field and buys it, then, with money she’s put aside, plants a garden.

First thing in the morning, she dresses for work, rolls up her sleeves, eager to get started. 

She senses the worth of her work……and is in no hurry to call it quits for the day. 

She’s skilled in the crafts of home and hearth, diligent in homemaking. 

She’s quick to assist anyone in need, reaches out to help the poor. 

She doesn’t worry about her family when it snows; their winter clothes are all mended and ready to wear. 

She makes her own clothing, and dresses in colorful linens and silks.

Her husband is greatly respected when he deliberates with the city fathers. 

She designs gowns and sells them, brings the sweaters she knits to the dress shops. Her clothes are well-made and elegant, and she always faces tomorrow with a smile.

When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say, and she always says it kindly. 

She keeps an eye on everyone in her household,

and keeps them all busy and productive. 

Her child(ren) respect and bless her; her husband joins in with words of praise.

“Many women have done wonderful things, but you’ve outclassed them all!” 

Charm can mislead and beauty soon fades. The woman to be admired and praised is the woman who lives in the Fear-of-God.

Give her everything she deserves! Festoon her life with praises!” 

Proverbs 31:25-3I

Waiting Places

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Waiting Places

Waiting On The Lord

Precious friends, there are so many of you that we love who have been caught or are in some challenging waiting places…… Oh, how we have prayed and continue to pray for you. Your story and heartfelt needs have not been overlooked. My journal is filled with your stories. I want nothing less than for you to know how very much….
You. Are. Loved.
I want to encourage you to “take heart” from the view of MY waiting place.

“Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.” Psalm 27:14

A late December back surgery and “waiting” January recovery has become for me a sanctuary and beautiful God pause. Believe it or not, it has been a most needed and welcomed stillness, peace and gift. There has been a beautiful sense of calm over our home, in our lives and in MY spirit. It has fallen on me with the same sweetness that came as Monty and I watched the first layer of snowfall this winter cover the ground.

Quiet. Calm. Peace. Comfort. Love. Beauty. Fullness.

As I lay in bed with the window blinds open to watch God’s beauty in my waiting place, I considered these truths.
Nowhere to go.

Nothing to do.

Nothing but silence but truly a place to listen and hear.
Truth is, there have been hard days and if I am honest, it has been a struggle. Not a struggle with God, oh no, a struggle within my own mind and heart.

You see, I am much more of a doer than one who waits well. Not really about patience either as that requires an entirely different conversation that I will defer to another day. Ugh. Yes. I have a bit of a “get ‘er done” personality in me and have (has) a real problem sitting still. Not that I don’t appreciate moments of quiet, peace and calm. Oh yes, those are great. But the truth is some days I’d ask God, “Can’t I (we) just DO something?”

I can just imagine the side-turned eye of my Heavenly Father shaking his head as all loving fathers do thinking to himself, when will she ever learn? #peacebestill

Later that day, with the excitement of snow and all, I smiled so soul deep when our grandson shared his sadness that there was only a little snow. Nothing to do! We consoled him and encouraged him with the suggestion that maybe there would be more so that he could go sledding and Emma would enjoy her first real snowfall….. and there was. His little heart was so exhaustingly happy.

As the day was closing and night was falling, my heart was still so filled with the joy that came with the new fallen snow that we had all had awaited.

We were able to FaceTime Mason and as we shared stories, this small heart gave thanks for memories made, a present God and hearts cared for.

One thing I knew before time for bed, was this renewed closeness to my creator would have so often before be lost to busyness. Today, in my beautiful waiting place, Jesus held me close, loved me so very real and I did not want to forget a single moment.

Most of my life, I have worked so hard for all the right reasons and in every opportunity afforded to me.

Going. Doing. Striving. Being. Fixing. Planning. Caring for my family. Working. Making it all happen. Perfection has been a formidable foe and an always taunting enemy. #setfree

I end every day by writing in my journal and these four words are my prompt:

At this day’s end…..
That night, God ever so gently, as is his nature, whispered lovingly into the quiet of night……

He spoke INTO my “waiting” as I wrote…

So….
“What CAN you do?”
“HOW can you do it?”
I put my pen down and turned out the light. I purposed to still my mind and heart in rhythm with each other. I did not want to miss one thing. No. Not one thing.

The truth is, this day and all of its relaxed busy was simply about me “DOING” things DIFFERENTLY as I wait.

I soon fell off to sleep. I awakened the next morning to watch the sunrise in the stillness. The very power of God who spins our world from night to day awakens in me a new and more refined waiting view.

Thank you Lord for another day in waiting and surrendered obedience.
I CAN…..

Encourage every person that I can.

Experience personal growth.

Listen for whispers from the Lord.

Pray in faith believing God for answers to be given to every person that has shared their specific needs.

Read every book that I have intended to read if there were just more time.

Grab hugs that linger.

Be purposeful.

Memorize God’s Word.

Call someone who is on my heart.

Lean in close to hear when someone is sharing their deepest pain without any cluttering noise.

Write a note.

Be at peace.

Write many words that form run-on sentences.

Be fully in the presence of God in worship without distraction.
At this day’s end, I am not really sure what I was “waiting” for?
Beloved of God, may you know the love of God in YOUR waiting place. He is there and waiting to meet you where you are. He is near.

“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning…” Psalm 139:5-6a

For every waiting heart…..
Share how we can pray for you to find your waiting discovery.
For every heart that has a waiting discovery story, please share with us so that we can rejoice alongside of you!

Please check out the new book Wait and See by Proverbs 31 speaker Wendy Hope.
“Wait and See” looks at God’s faithfulness through the stories of everyday women and the life of King David.

Amazon is offering the e-book for $2.99. It is a great read for every heart that is looking for a deeper understanding with the hope of finding their own waiting discoveries!