Fearfully and Wonderfully Made
The worth of that sculpted plaque lay not in its outward form, but in the heart of its creator.
“Honey, where did you put my socks?” “Mom, I hate meat loaf. Can’t we order pizza?” “You do realize that the deadline is tomorrow, don’t you?” “We missed you at Bible study. Were you just too tired?”
As women, we constantly juggle the needs of everyone around us. We face enormous expectations and responsibilities the minute we get out of bed each morning. And in the midst of all the overwhelming demands on our time and energy, we often lose sight of who we are—of the women God intended for us to be.
So how should we cope? How can we find a healthy balance between earthly responsibilities and heavenly promises? God’s Word offers wisdom for all of us as we seek to become true women of faith.
The worth of that sculpted plaque lay not in its outward form, but in the heart of its creator.
In May 2015 no broadcast was streamed more on insightforliving.ca than Chuck’s message on women’s roles in the Church. And it makes sense—what Scripture says and what culture says about a woman’s role is different!
The role of women in the church is a hot issue, best handled with sensitivity and compassion—and maybe a pair of asbestos gloves! This is not because Scripture is controversial but because the role of women in the culture is different from what Scripture teaches about the role of women in the church. So, questions rise like steam from a boiling kettle.
What's the nicest thing someone has ever said to you? Proverbs 12:18 is so true. “Some people make cutting remarks, but the words of the wise bring healing.”
Though I can’t ask Dad for money or call him collect, I can pay tribute to him with a poem loosely adapted from that glorious ode to the perfect wife and mother that I first read when I was 13. This is my take on the Proverbs 31 Guy.
With pitfalls around every corner, it is wise to take a fresh look at the qualities of godly womanhood provided by the book of Proverbs.
One Monday morning my wife left me. Packed up some earthly belongings, our only daughter, and a Visa card before heading west for a week, leaving Jeffrey, Stephen, and me to fend for ourselves.
All the change marriage brought caught me off guard. Everything I had worked so hard to establish in my own life was now open to debate. All the traditions passed down through my family were about to be fused with another.
I'm tired. The days away were well-spent but exhausting. I am glad I made the trip, but I'm even happier to be coming home. There's nothing like a few days away to remind me how much I love being home.
Parenting is not to be taken lightly. As parents, we all have moments where we want to walk away or feel like we need a do over, but that doesn't happen. What does happen is our reflection in our children.