Right now the snow is falling thick and fast. I have shoveled once today, but may need to do more. All good things come with a certain amount of work. The new year has come and everyone demonstrates renewed fervor for schoolwork, housework, exercise, or whatever other goals they may have set. Our ice rink has yet to reach completion, due to complications in warming trends (Yikes! Global warming). So life continues and we all grow up.
As I have been thinking about the various young ladies of my acquaintance all growing up around me (I have maintained some superiority in height ;-) and how to encourage them I came across a poem I wrote a couple years ago. I hope it brings some encouragement to you all as you grow into godly womanhood. (This really applies to all of you who like to cook and sew.)
This is a day and age when woman must be strong
To fight the spiritual battle the world does send along.
To a worldly woman the apron symbolizes
Slavery to home, drudgery, unwilling sacrifices.
This woman longs to glory in wealth and fame and power,
And feels her family is a hindrance to her hour.
To a godly woman the apron symbolizes
The freedom she has gained through loving sacrifices.
This woman here does glory in forming heavenly treasure,
Raising children for the Lord is her delight and pleasure.
So many battles fought, on so many different fronts
There is no task too hard, her courage will not daunt.
How will you wear your apron? Will it be with shame?
Or will it be with pride, as woman once again?