This morning I woke up and ate breakfast and before breakfast was finished I was up on my feet cleaning. First the breakfast dishes need to be washed and dried and as soon as me and Micah finished washing and drying we needed to clean the counters. Once the counters were cleaned we proceeded to sweep and mop the floors. Our day had just begun. Micah started peeling and chopping apples for our homemade apple blueberry pear pie and I started to scrub the cabinets and walls. The hour of lunch was now approaching, so Micah began to fix the cheese sandwiches as I heated up the soup. Micah set the tables and I continued to watch the soup and work on the pie. My lovely teammates and I quickly devoured the meal which was set before us, had a quick reading of the WORD, and then went back to work.
We then washed more dishes, swept the floors again, and continued to cook and clean for a few more hours. To be honest working inside all day was a lot of work, more than I had expected it to be. The whole time I was working inside I kept thinking about my mom. I kept thinking about how these are the things that she does for me. Not only does my mother work a full-time job but she also cooks, cleans, and takes care of all her children. She doesn’t just do it one day, she does it every day. She doesn’t complain or cry about it, she just does it. My mom works incredibly hard, she does it for me, she does it because she loves me.
Thank you Mom for you sacrifice, thank you for your selflessness, thank you for your servant heart, thank you for your love. Thank you for all the little things you do for me. I love you.
She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
She gets up while it is still dark;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her servant girls.
She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.
In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.
She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
