This has already started out being a weird post, just the title itself; but bear with me. I woke up this morning, earlier than I needed to, and headed to do my usual morning mundane chores, if you will. Letting out the dogs, feeding them, making coffee, took out some trash, started some laundry, etc. I headed upstairs to my office, sat down, opened my devotional, closed my devotional, sipped on my coffee, then headed downstairs to send off my youngest to school for a class trip. My husband was still in bed, so I hugged on him for a few minutes. I couldn’t help but feel completely embraced in the moment – not just by his arms – but by those very few moments, life. Everything was right and good and perfect. As I headed back upstairs, I could still feel his warm presence in my arms. As if he was still there. And my morning began to replay in my head; everything I did that morning involved my arms. From feeding my dogs, to making coffee, to flipping pages, to holding my warm and loving husband. All the things I love, enjoy and cherish, my arms were involved in all of it. God is good.
I’ve always been intrigued and awed by the Proverbs 31 woman. My grandmothers both had qualities of this godly woman. They were both strong, loving, caring and courageous. Both had many children, and took pride in them all. They both loved to cook and entertain. They smiled and welcomed strangers. They kept a tidy home. They both loved being outdoors and worked vigorously in their gardens and pastures. They helped when needed and found the good in people. I loved them both dearly. And miss them both and their presence. Earthly treasures. May we all be reminded of the good that can come from our arms; and of our Fathers Arms, protecting us each and every day.
Proverbs 31:17 – She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks.
Proverbs 31:20 – She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy.