An Excellent Wife
"An excellent wife who can find?" Proverbs 31:10
His words cut deeper than she ever imagined they could. This was the one thing he said would never happen. This is the one thing she was certain he would not do. They had been through years of struggle, but this would never be an obstacle. He had hurt her before. Oh, so many times his cruelty sliced to her core, and she fought back with her own malice. But, never did she think he would take it to this level. The past was the past, or was it? Had she been building icy walls of frustration and bitterness which in return he assaulted her with his own arrows of self-pity and resentment?
Within her begins to stir a rage. A rage against all that his actions implicate; a righteous rage, a selfish rage, a scream streams of profanities into the dark of the night until tears dissolve into body shake rage. The numbness of betrayal seeps into the once warm flow of her veins, but now all that remains is a glacial isolation never felt before. The questions and doubts begin to pound in her skull and she wants to sling mirrors towards her offenders and hear the satisfying shatter of destruction from her own hands instead of the helpless sobs erupting from within.
He asks her the impossible. She's a blind woman crawling. She feels the glass slash through her hands, and the ache of bloody knees stinging from the sinful decisions of others. She crawls on the engulfing shards of broken dreams and promises, and her mind screams for her to sprint to the solace of a locked closet away from the trauma that surrounds her. She wants to slide her battered and bruised body into the consoling darkness of retreat, but a sound plucks on what seems to be her last heart string. Her agony demands that she make a decision.
"Sleep and take your rest later on. See the hour is at hand, and the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going; see, my betrayer is at hand." (Matthew 26:45-46)
Her humiliation threatens to send her hurling into hatred. She struggles with the mocking voices of insecurity that strip her of dignity and the deceiving lies revealed feel like spit in her face. Yesterday, she was a wife and today a victim. Her shame strips her down to the depths, and she cries out Christ's name. She extends her wounded heart towards the sky, and wails for her Savior to come and rescue her from the depths of despair. His light meets her darkness.
"And Jesus uttered a loud cry and breathed his last." (Mark 15:37)
He begins to clean her wounds with clarity of the grace he has shown her through his own death. Her gashes run deep and he promises to heal them. She is unable to see beyond the darkness that absorbs her, but she believes that he is faithful like no other and can sustain her through the most gruesome afflictions. He died a mortifying death so cruel to show how violently he loves her. Nothing can stand in the way of his love he has shown her from the cross, and she chooses to not let anything stand in the way of her love.
"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. She does him good, and not harm, all the days of her life." (Proverbs 31:10-12)
His words cut deeper than she ever imagined they could. This was the one thing he said would never happen. This is the one thing she was certain he would not do. They had been through years of struggle, but this would never be an obstacle. He had hurt her before. Oh, so many times his cruelty sliced to her core, and she fought back with her own malice. But, never did she think he would take it to this level. The past was the past, or was it? Had she been building icy walls of frustration and bitterness which in return he assaulted her with his own arrows of self-pity and resentment?
Within her begins to stir a rage. A rage against all that his actions implicate; a righteous rage, a selfish rage, a scream streams of profanities into the dark of the night until tears dissolve into body shake rage. The numbness of betrayal seeps into the once warm flow of her veins, but now all that remains is a glacial isolation never felt before. The questions and doubts begin to pound in her skull and she wants to sling mirrors towards her offenders and hear the satisfying shatter of destruction from her own hands instead of the helpless sobs erupting from within.
He asks her the impossible. She's a blind woman crawling. She feels the glass slash through her hands, and the ache of bloody knees stinging from the sinful decisions of others. She crawls on the engulfing shards of broken dreams and promises, and her mind screams for her to sprint to the solace of a locked closet away from the trauma that surrounds her. She wants to slide her battered and bruised body into the consoling darkness of retreat, but a sound plucks on what seems to be her last heart string. Her agony demands that she make a decision.
"Sleep and take your rest later on. See the hour is at hand, and the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. Rise, let us be going; see, my betrayer is at hand." (Matthew 26:45-46)
Her humiliation threatens to send her hurling into hatred. She struggles with the mocking voices of insecurity that strip her of dignity and the deceiving lies revealed feel like spit in her face. Yesterday, she was a wife and today a victim. Her shame strips her down to the depths, and she cries out Christ's name. She extends her wounded heart towards the sky, and wails for her Savior to come and rescue her from the depths of despair. His light meets her darkness.
"And Jesus uttered a loud cry and breathed his last." (Mark 15:37)
He begins to clean her wounds with clarity of the grace he has shown her through his own death. Her gashes run deep and he promises to heal them. She is unable to see beyond the darkness that absorbs her, but she believes that he is faithful like no other and can sustain her through the most gruesome afflictions. He died a mortifying death so cruel to show how violently he loves her. Nothing can stand in the way of his love he has shown her from the cross, and she chooses to not let anything stand in the way of her love.
"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. She does him good, and not harm, all the days of her life." (Proverbs 31:10-12)
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