As we enter into the holiday season, it’s impossible to ignore the idea of giving. I don’t mean the kind of extravagance suggested by jewelry store and car maker commercials we’re so inundated with at this time of year. I mean that very basic, pine cone ornament, loom-knitted pot holder, hand-knit scarf, from the heart kind of giving. Thoughtful, not-because-I-have-to-but-because-my-heart-is-overwhelmed-with-love-for-you kind of giving. Do you feel it? It’s the kind of nostalgic, down-home, sugary sweet giving endeared by nanas and moms alike that cannot be achieved with a small blue box or car keys.
I’ll never forget being called a Proverbs 31 woman. It was days before our wedding. A never-married, middle-age woman held both my hands and smiled as she told me with certainty, that I WOULD be a Proverbs 31 wife. I was a baby Christian and found myself both flattered and terrified at the prospect of measuring up to this mysterious Proverbs 31 lady. I thought, does she know me? Is this prophetic? Is it realistic?!