Bacon and Butterflies

“I can bring home the bacon, fry up in the pan, and never let you forget you’re a man….”

Buying bacon, making bacon, and Makin’ bacon (wink, wink). What a woman.

Comparing my previous response to that old commercial (Was it for bacon? I can’t even remember.) to my past reaction to the Proverbs 31 . . . The Wife of Noble Character passage, it is similar. There is no way.

Not. Even. Close. 

Not that I don’t want to, and not that my husband doesn’t hope for my metamorphosis into this person. But sadly, even after thirty-years of marriage, I’m still more like the Hungry Caterpillar than the Beautiful Butterfly.

I want to bring my husband good and not harm. But I can have a sharp tongue.

My eager hands may not always be so . . . eager. I can get disgruntled with everyday housework.

No way am I getting out of bed before sunrise. (Unless there is kid or dog vomiting involved).

I’m not the most thorough at  finding the best deals. And I cannot negotiate. (Tom doesn’t allow me to even talk with the car salesman).

Sewing? Yah right . . . hand me the stapler.

Between the two of us . . . Tom is the most generous one.

Tom is a respected man, but not because of me. Because he is a man of integrity.

Regarding the days to come, I don’t fret but there are days my heart is sad.

I pray that I can speak with wisdom and love while guiding my children.

I do attempt to stay on top of the affairs of the household—after all I am the Master of the Calendar. Although I’ve been known to forget a few things. (Like maybe picking up a kid from an after school event. OOPS).

I am very blessed by my kids and husband—and cherish the love notes each one has given me. (All saved in my nightstand bottom drawer to be read when I feel like a rotten mom or wife).

As you can see, I’m not a Completed Proverbs 31 Wife. Sorry, Tom!

But . . . I am a  ”morph-i-a-tion” of her. I fear the Lord, love my husband, and care for my family.

Rather than beat myself up when I read this passage, I have come to see it as any woman who values her relationship with the Lord and loves and cares for her family is a morphed form of  a Proverbs 31 gal.

So . . . I’m an imperfect, grace-getting woman who loves and is loved by her man and  kids and . . . always and unconditionally loved by her heavenly Husband.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

And since nothing is impossible with God, you never know when that ol’ butterfly will appear and then take over all that bacon business.

How do you respond to Proverbs 31?