An excellent wife who can find?
She is far more precious than jewels.
The heart of her husband trusts in her,
and he will have no lack of gain.
Proverbs 31:10-11 ESV
Todd claims his wife told him women were like a fine wine, while men are like fresh produce. As they age, women get better and men get soft and lumpy.
I’m unwilling to accept this. The part about the men, that is. I’m not lumpy yet.
But before you scold me, she doesn’t have any hang-ups about my revealing her age. In a couple of years I will go kicking and screaming into my seventh decade. But Katie accepts aging with calm serenity. And her matter-of-fact approach to the stages of our lives is a much-needed antidote to my growing list of unfulfilled dreams.
But enough about me. Let me tell you about this remarkable woman, who in the 40+ years I’ve known her has been a channel of God’s grace in my life, and in whom, as Proverbs says, I can safely trust.
I can trust her to keep secrets. I can trust her to tell the truth. I can trust her to caution me when I need caution and encourage me when I need encouragement.
More than that, I can expect a cup of tea while we talk about God’s mercy and sovereignty each morning over a dose of Spurgeon. I can expect a decent meal and an ironed shirt. (She actually likes to iron.)
And the food is getting better. She has started making her own stock for soup and freely serves the ten to twenty people who flow though our home each week.
She has her own business and keeps up with clients, providing a level of care and counsel about wellness issues that is personal and thoughtful, while pushing herself to learn new skills and face new challenges. “She perceives that her merchandise is profitable. Her lamp does not go out at night (Proverbs 31:18 ESV).”
And, as any wise grandmother should, she is learning to wait and pray for her children before she intervenes or interferes. It is not a common skill, or even an easy one. But waiting to be asked is better than wanting to be heard. She understands this.
What she doesn’t understand is why my heart still beats faster when I see her. Seeing her from the platform or finding her in a store or glancing at her across the room is still a source of constant delight, and every year it gets better.
And while she won’t mind my sharing her age, she will mind me writing about her at all. Where I may thrive on attention, she usually thrives on anonymity.
She is as modest as she is lovely, and completely unassuming about all the Lord has taught her. He has certainly gifted her: as a willing servant, a faithful teacher, a chaste woman and a godly friend. My best friend, in fact.
So here’s to Katie. Today I wish for you wisdom for and peace in each trial, because I’m sure we still have a few left. And I wish for you greater joy in knowing and doing the will of God, whose grace has sustained us all these years.
And I wish you a happy birthday.
And many more, together in our Father’s care.