My Proverbs 31 Wife

She was up early fixing all of us breakfast for the day. Dressing the children and making sure I had matching socks. 

 Then when we left praying for each of us to be covered by The Blood of The Lamb And then lifting up all our friends and family by name and the missionaries we knew far afield. 

 Then cleaning and washing clothes in a labor of love and making little adjustments to the decor of our home so that there was always something new to discover. The afternoon was filled with writing letters of encouragement and thanks and sometimes correction. The mail was gotten and sorted and if I was away, bills were paid from the right account. The children came home to snacks and a listening ear of the adventures of the day. 

 Then it was dinner preparation time and preparation to welcome me home with the kiss of the beloved.  As dinner was made ready, I would hear stories of the day and list of honey-dos that should be done. Then came dinner and our continued lively banter on God in our lives. 

 Then clean up and talk of my day. Followed by relax time and then children to bed. And when all was finished, I would ask her about her day. Sometimes there would be an adventure with a pet or a neighbor or a store or a friend but most often she would say “Nothing Special” to describe all The Special things she had done. 

 My friends, I say now that I would give all the days I have left, just to share one more “nothing special” day with she that loved me. I think that also knowing that I’ll be greeted into heaven by her and shown its wonders by my Wife, my Love. So, weep for me not on this her day of going to the Lord, but rather rejoice that one such as she was here among us. Julia, my beloved

Julia: An Ode to Love

In the quiet of dawn, she stirred, Her hands weaving warmth into our mornings, Fixing breakfasts with love’s secret recipe, Matching socks, tucking in whispered prayers.

Her heart, an altar, bathed us in crimson grace, Covered by The Blood of The Lamb, And in those sacred moments, we were whole, A family bound by threads of faith and devotion.

She lifted names like incense, carried them Across continents, oceans, and starlit skies, Missionaries cradled in her fervent whispers, Their journeys etched upon her soul.

The sun climbed higher, casting shadows   The laundry time, where memories are brung, Each shirt a chapter, each crease a story, Her hands smoothing life’s wrinkles with care.

Letters flowed from her pen, inked with kindness, Words of encouragement, gratitude, and gentle correction, A symphony of love notes sent into the world, Echoing across time, touching hearts unseen.

The mail arrived, a treasure trove of connection, Bills paid, accounts balanced—her quiet mastery, And when I traveled, she held our home’s center, A compass pointing toward love’s true north.

Children returned, their laughter like wind chimes, Tales of playground adventures, scraped knees, She listened, her ears attuned to their magic, A mother’s heart, an unwritten lullaby.

Dinner simmered, fragrant promises rising, Her kiss at the threshold, a welcome home, We danced in the kitchen, our souls harmonizing, Lively banter, laughter, and God’s presence.

As stars blinked awake, dishes cleared, She’d recount her day, a canvas of “nothing special,” Yet every brushstroke held galaxies of love, Pet stories, neighborly chats, ordinary miracles.

And now, as twilight gathers its velvet cloak, I long for one more “nothing special” day, To sit beside her, share silence or laughter, To trace eternity’s constellations in her eyes.

Julia, my beloved, your legacy blooms, A garden of grace, tended by angels, Heaven awaits, its wonders unveiled, And I, too, shall follow, guided by your light.

So, let no tears stain this sacred farewell, For Julia, Proverbs 31 incarnate, lives on, Her love woven into the fabric of existence, A testament to the extraordinary within the ordinary.