My Momma is brave and wise and an excellent example of a Proverbs 31 woman. She is not perfect, but she is humble. She is caring and compassionate. Even as she has endured cancer, radiation, pain, and vascular surgery, she thinks of others first. She is a prayer warrior.
She is a giver. This is the gift she gave me as I have struggled with chronic illness, secondary infertility, financial struggles, and just the general struggles of a wife and mother of 3.
O Lord, You have searched me and known me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up;
You understand my thought afar off.
You comprehend my path and my lying down,
and are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue,
but behold, O Lord, You know it altogether.
You have hedged me behind and before,
and laid You hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from Your Spirit?
Or where can I flee from Your presence?
If I ascend into heave You are there;
If I make my bed in hell, behold You are there.
If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea.
Even there Your hand shall lead me,
and Your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, "Surely the darkness shall fall on me,"
Even the night shall be light around me;
Indeed, the darkness shall not hide from You,
But the night shines as the day;
The darkness and the light are both alike to You.
I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
and that my soul knows very well.
My frame was not hidden from You,
when I was made in secret,
and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they were all written.
The days fashioned for me,
when as yet there were none of them.
How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
If i should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
when I awake, I am still with You.
Oh, that You would slay the wicked, O God!
Depart from me, therefore, you bloodthirsty men.
For they speak against You wickedly;
You enemies take Your name in vain.
Do I not hate them, O Lord, who hate You?
I hate them with perfect hatred;
I count them with my enemies.
Search me, O God, and know my heart;
Try me, and know my anxieties;
And see if there is any wicked way in me,
And lead me in the way everlasting.