Her husband also, and he praises her, saying:
“Many daughters have done nobly,
But you excel them all.” Proverbs 31:28-29
Sunday mornings can get rough around here! We begin our day in a lazy sort of way. I sit around in my pjs drinking coffee. The kids stay in their pjs until breakfast is finished. My husband stays in bed as long as he possibly can. (Occasionally the kids drag him out by jumping on top of him until he cannot possibly go back to sleep!)
Around 8:30 everyone goes into panic mode. We realize that if we are going to be at church by 10:00am, we better get moving!
Yesterday morning was no exception. I hurriedly got both kids ready. Superhero Son didn’t like ANY of his clothes. Darling Daughter needed a nap and cried while we all rushed around her. Finally, only five minutes late, I was ready to leave. As I picked up Darling Daughter to carry her through the pouring rain to the car, my husband asked me for a screwdriver. I looked at him like he was a big doofus and asked, “Why do you need a screwdriver? Get in the car so we can leave!”
His reply went something like this, “I have to drive separately. I have to go to work after church. I need to put new license plates on the new car before I leave. The thirty day tags ran out!”
I took a deep breath….and went off on him. I am sure everything I said sounded perfectly acceptable to me at the time, but was probably mean. While I was ranting about never getting enough help with the kids, always being late, feeling unappreciated, overworked, and overwhelmed, I got the screwdriver out of the drawer. I picked up Darling Daughter, again, and ran both kids through the rain to the car.
While driving to church, still fuming, I prayed that God would allow me to calm down before I got to church. I suddenly remembered something my pastor said about every man needing a help meet in his wife. He explained a help meet as a wife who served her husband.
I don’t appreciate that expectation in my life AT ALL! I have never thought of myself as submitting to my husband in any way. I was not raised to be that kind of woman. I am independant, strong, and bossy! My husband would agree with everything, especially the bossy part.
But in the moment of driving through the torrential rain, listening to a screaming baby, wondering if my husband got the license plate on without getting soaked in his work/church clothes, it occurred to me that maybe God is calling me to be my husband’s help meet afterall. Maybe God knows that my husband needs an assistant. My husband needs someone to do his laundry, cook his dinner, and take care of his kids because he works crazy long hours. He needs someone to boost his confidence when facing poopy diapers, scraped knees, and potty training. Yesterday morning, he needed someone to tell him where the phillips head screwdriver was because I was the last to use it.
I don’t have to become a slave to my husband, submit to his every demand, or let him treat me poorly. However, I am called to be his help meet. Genesis 2:18 says, “And the Lord God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him” (KJV). I imagine the Proverbs 31 woman was a great help meet for her man!