My So-Called Life as a Proverbs 31 Wife [antikvár]

Oh Be Careful What You Preach Yesterday was Sunday. Our pastor started a new sermon series on the family. We missed the first sermon last week, but we were there yesterday for the second. The first week was "Dads Matter More than Anything." This week's was titled "Moms Matter Just as Much." Good to know. As the pastor got started, I pulled out my Bible and my notebook, all ready to take notes. But then he said something that made my stomach churn. My hands instinctively made fists. My eyebrows firrrowed. The biblical passage he was speaking from was Proverbs 31. Ofcoursc, I muttered to myself, turning to the passage I revere and fear at the same time. The Proverbs 31 wife and I don't get along very well. I don't appreciate how bad she makes me look. I don't like the guilt I feel when I see her. If she is the standard all Christian wives should work toward, then I'm in serious trouble. If she's the equivalent of Miss America, then I'm a whole lot more like Lucille Ball. I have a lot of explaining to do for why I'm not more like Miss America. And I'm not really sure I can. The pastor started making his points: An Excellent Wife Is a Rare Find (v. 10). * An Excellent Wife Can Be Trusted in Every Way (w. 11-12). 11