Loving a Life of Biblical Womanhood
A story in the Bible that has always stood out to me has been the story of Mary and Martha. Mary and Martha were sisters and hosted Jesus and his disciples in their home. In Luke 10:38-42, we read that while Martha prepared the meal and served it, her sister Mary sat at Jesus’ feet and listened to him teach. Martha complained to Jesus that her sister was not helping her, and Jesus gently chastised her because Mary was not wrong in wanting to listen to Jesus’ teaching.
I do not believe the following labels apply to me:
working mother
career woman
stay-at-home-mom (SAHM)
work-at-home-mom (WAHM)
housewife
full-time mom
Personally, the label I prefer is that of Homemaker.
He’d said this to me for years – in fact, in an email I received from him a week after I met him, he extolled how much he loved the fact that I put an effort into looking nice. But this time, reading it, I took it as an accusation – as in, “I would appreciate it if you would put an effort into your appearance, but you don’t because you’re fat, ugly, frumpy, limp.”
Unlike the Chrstianbook.com and occasional Amazon links found here, we had no control over the content of the Google Ads, and they very often linked to sites that were in direct oppostion to my mission statement. We decided to remove the Google Ads from the main blog. We felt they had no place here.
I felt so very honored to be asked to participate in the Real Food Face-Off hosted by Katie at Kitchen Stewardship. Below are my complete answers to all 20 questions — and A CHALLENGE FOR YOU!
Today we celebrate love. Or, at least, Hallmark and supermarkets and florists all over the world hope we’re celebrating it. Wives who have the Love Language of receiving gifts hope their husbands are celebrating it.
For those of you who read me who are not in the “blogging world”, this weekend is a huge blogging conference called Blissdom. Some of us couldn’t go because an ocean separates them from Nashville, some of us chose not to go because our husbands went back to Afghanistan last weekend and we thought the stress of Mommy going away for a whole weekend would be too much for our toddlers, and some of us just couldn’t go.
I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior at the ripe old age of 5. Some of you reading this may think that 5 is too young, but I knew the Truth, could answer all of the questions posed to me by my parents and my pastor, and so they determined that I would be allowed to make a public profession of faith, followed by a water baptism. I was so small that my feet flew up out of the water when the pastor dunked me. I’d love to say that my journey ended there. I’d love to say that I’ve been the epitome of the perfect Christian girl and that I lived every day in the subsequent 32 years for God. However, that’s not my story.
For several weeks, Gregg has been insisting that while he’s home, I’m to take a day away. Away from the boys. Away from the house. Away from him. I’m to go somewhere alone, with my Bible, with a notepad, and just spend the day with God.
I meet with friends semi-annually at the nearby outlets to share a meal, quickly catch up on our lives, and give our children a chance to play together. We look forward to this so much. It is not just about the outlet deals, but the camaraderie and fun associated with the trip.
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