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As our journey through Proverbs 31 comes to an end, I pray that it has blessed you at least as much as it has blessed me. I know spending ten days on this passage has helped me understand it more than I ever thought I could. Honestly, I usually prefer to skip over it and not even try. (Just being honest.... Who really wants the pressure of living up to the 
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I'm not a wine drinker, but my friends have told me that different flavors come from different wine making regions. California grapes taste different than French or North Carolina grapes. Not only that, certain grapes grow better in different climates. Taking a California grape to France would just confuse the grape, leading to a muddled 
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In "these parts," we have lots of fields for sale.When we moved here, tobacco fields covered most of the county. Our main streets are even named after tobacco terms. Today, though, many of those fields lie fallow, sprouting nothing but for sale signs. I've considered those fields, but I would never buy one. Not without God's prompting, that is.
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Friends, this is my favorite! I read these words and fill with warm fuzzies. A Proverbs 31 woman provides for her family and for her "servant girls." Day five's discussion talked about soul food -- not literal food for the family. This verse takes that idea just a little further. 
The Proverbs 31 Woman provides
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Have you ever read my blog before? I know I have mentioned more than once that I am NOT a morning person! I do not like mornings, Sam I am. I do not like them east or west. I do not think that they are best! (My apologies to Dr. Seuss).
I could write a post on how important it is to rise early and get things done before your family rises, but 
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My first inclination is to write on healthy eating. Undoubtedly, the Proverbs 31 woman provides wholesome nutrition for her family. She is willing to scour the farmer's market for the freshest fruits and vegetables and serves whole grains every day. She would not be the type of woman who uses the McDonald's drive through on a regular basis. Nor would she 
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Women and merchant ships: what could they possibly have in common? Other than being included in this verse, you might think they have nothing in common at all! I know that as I studied and prayed over these words, I struggled. Merchant ships... plural. 

Merchant ships aren't mentioned often in the Bible. Reading commentaries, most scholars 
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Look at your hands. Go ahead. I'll wait.

Are they cracked and dry from spending so much time in dishwater? Do they show your age (as mine do)?

God gave you those hands. They are the outward extension of your heart. They are your tools of love.

When your child gets sick, those hands offer comfort with an ice pack and a cozy blanket tucked up under
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Close your eyes and imagine with me… WAIT! Don’t close your eyes. You won’t be able to read along…. but do imagine with me.

It’s 350 B.C. You dress in your traveling robe and fasten your sturdy sandals at your ankles. You secure your worn, leather money bag to the braided rope around your waist. You grab a woven basket, draping the handle over your left
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For the next ten days, several bloggers are working together to write a series of posts called "10 days of Proverbs 31." We hope every reader is blessed by a deeper understanding of the “Proverbs 31 Woman.”  If you are unfamiliar with Proverbs 31:10-31, I encourage you to read it today. Then visit the participating blogs each day to learn more. May God bless you as you pursue 
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So today, the words sit. Silent. Waiting. I will listen. Quietly. Expectantly. Knowing that one day, maybe soon, maybe not, the words will come
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Thank you for allowing me to share from the deepest part of my heart yesterday. New friends, I used to be a criminal prosecutor doing what I could to help domestic violence victims (and their abusers) break free from that cycle. As the lady in yesterday's post shows, though, not all the women were able to see beyond their circumstances. I couldn't convince this one that filing 
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Prosecutor's Office, 1993

The receptionist handed me the complaint form, her eyes reflected a knowing sadness. I scanned the form for the description of the incident: "I forgot to take the dog out and he hit me in the head." Processing that information quickly, I was certain I wouldn't be able to help, without a visible, documented injury there'd be insufficient evidence to "prove" abuse in 
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I got to thinking (that's how we say it around these parts), would a couple new sweaters really 
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Listening as he shared his concerns last 
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These feelings of hurt and disappointment continue to press on me. I wonder why I battle these demons. As I said the other day, I know I should trust God with my life. Yet, I feel defeated. Worn out. Sad. Overwhelmingly sad at times. Why won't the demons leave me alone? Why doesn't God answer my prayers for comfort and peace?


I wonder.... is it the demons I wrestle? Read this from 
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In general, the junk mail clean-out has been a success. But... (There's always a but.) Some companies require a 10 day processing time. I'm not a techno-whiz, not by any stretch of the imagination, but I wonder what could possibly require 10 days in automated computer email. Anyone out there know what could take so long?

As to the 
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As the new year presents itself, fresh, clean, unblemished, I find myself assessing my life. The 2012 calendar is brand new, full of promise. If only people could throw away last year and start over so easily.  Since I can't do that, I will start making a few changes to "clean up" my life. Not resolutions, mind you. Resolutions are made to be broken. And broken resolutions heap mess on us. Who 
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I have never heard anyone say, this year I will...
spend less quality time with my family.
forget about budget and planning. It's the year to spend, spend, spend.
focus less on others and focus 
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Rob worked late last night. Ellie offered our dinner prayer instead.

Her prayer:

Dear Jesus,
Thank you for our yummy dinner. Help it to be good for us. Thank you that I am here. Thank you that I have a family.
Amen

My sweet girl.
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Ellie, 6, serving at With Love from Jesus

Have you ever heard that phrase, "Being Jesus with skin on?" It's a cute way to say "live out" Jesus' command to love God and love others. That's my challenge to you! These last two weeks before Christmas, won't you show your love for Jesus by loving others the way He would?

Here are some ideas to get you started:

Don't complain about 
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Thank you for helping me REMEMBER the good things God does and for your encouragement to us all to share them. I see the blessings now more than I ever have. Next week, I'll be sharing a NEW MBM story, but today, I remember this one. It's one of the most marvelous mommy provisions God has ever given me.

A full tank.

Don't miss the blessings!
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