Proverbs 31

After a month in Montana helping my daughter 24/7 with her new baby, I felt a bit undone back at home. I never expected to wonder what to do with myself. Such is the life of a recent retiree. When I mentioned my unsettled feelings to my husband, George, he said, “Have a seat. Let’s talk about it.” I sat in my usual spot on the couch, with him relaxed in his recliner across the room. He turned to Proverbs 31 in his Bible and began reading to me about the wife of noble character, the workaholic woman who works with wool and flax, prepares food for her family, buys a field with her earnings and plants a vineyard. She spins, weaves, trades, and feeds the poor, all while her husband sits with the elders at the city gate. I’ve read this passage many times before, but...

Instrument of the Heart

I don’t know the woman’s name. She’s fairly new at Morningside Assisted Living, an elderly woman whose family must have decided she needed to not live on her own anymore. She seems fairly active, always out and about the facility, no walker or cane needed. In her short time there, she has taken an apparent aversion to me. I’ve been going to Morningside twice a month for about twenty years, always with my pastor, to offer a morning of music and devotions. I play songs on the piano to draw folks in, then we sing hymns, taking lots of requests for the ones they know best. Pastor Mike prays and reads Scripture. We welcome all residents to join us. Following our program a month ago the woman told us she came from a Church of Christ background, and expressed her...