I can’t help but love some of the advertisements from Royal Caribbean! And I can’t help but rewrite them! And turn them into a celebration of you! You—today’s P31 Woman.
You are a toy-tripping, beauty mandating, adventure seeking… Woman (So sorry to the men who read this. I can only speak from personal experience.:)). Your eyelashes were made with grace in mind. You are a “go big or go home” soul who is loved by a big, bigger, the biggest God! Spaghetti in your hair? No worries. Feeling pressure from your toes to the tips of your golden strands? It’s okay. Because God is with you as you dive deep into relationship with Him. No water up your nose. Nah-Uh.
No, you are a consuming thought to the One who created the stars. The pressure is off. You can find rest in He who created you. He knows your worries; he hears your heart beating. Every beat counted. You don’t need a cruise to whisk you away. Well—a cruise would be nice—but it can’t beat a hug from a toddler. A squishy hug with a seamless grip. Or how about a piece of chocolate from a friend? A small piece of heaven. And being frugal minded, you savor the last bit of Easter candy stuck happy to the bottom of your purse. Yum.
You are not only conscientious, but fierce. A fierce-heart with bendable knees. Your tasks many—your worth immeasurable. Your honey is confident in the way you love. His coffee cup overflows. Most days the kids appreciate your efforts. They will love your insights when they get older and share them with their own children. Your ears will tingle when they do this. As children you let them walk out of the house with unmatched cloths, and call them back as teens to change. You are resilient in your ways. A goal setter. As steadfast as the cruise ship set sail for the crescent of the setting sun. Dependent on God for your everything. There is nothing our BIGGEST God can’t provide.
As you sail—God is your compass. You’re true North. You yawn and rise early to praise His name as you set course. You wrinkle pages with tears as you cry out with confidence. It’s still dark when you toss your burdens to the heavens. Some nights you toss them upward all night long. The house whispers, but God whispers louder. Intimate things He wants you to know. Pop Tarts popping, keys jingling, your heel breaks as you chase after a school bus with flailing arms. But your arms are strong for the task, even though your shoe isn’t!
The porch light stays on all day. Until the bulb burns out. You do not fret or voice an air of concern. Because in your hands you grasp your to-do list. You drop off a meal and a kind word to the neighbors. Your fingers cold, your hair soaked with rain. You have no fear of harm or bad hair days. Taking concerns to the Savior is your comfort. And your hair dryer helps, too. You wrap yourself in the Royal-scarlet confidence of Christ. You don’t need an umbrella. Or Caribbean air. You can be content. God will help you be content. Because you have your breath. His Word is your oxygen. You inhale strength and knowledge into your lungs.
Your husband is respected around town. Respected in his home. He doesn’t demand it, but coaxes it gently to grow. You are growing too, because you are a natural gift of God. You even try to go to the grocery natural-like, with no makeup. But you see everyone you know and they want to send Get Well Cards. You’re not that natural-I guess. (Again, personal experience here.) You can lie down and know counted beauty is flipped inside out. Like the skirt you wore around town after getting dressed in the dark. But all is well. You’re radiant like the Son. Made in His image.
And for that you can give praise as you pray like a champion. You are a champion for your children. You are a champion for your co-workers. For an overlooked woman on the street. You are a champion for your father who no longer remembers your name. Thankfulness smooths out the wrinkles in your shirt. God has dressed you in splendor. So what if your purse drags you down. A hectic work schedule slows your step. Or an illness makes you grip your bible tight. Do not be dismayed. You are a woman of royalty, a princess to the One. A princess who can laugh out loud at the days to come. And snicker at yourself when you don’t measure up. When you make mistakes and fall flat on your face. And sometimes break bones when you fall. It’s all okay, because your children pick you up and say they think you’re brave AND blessed with mud caked in your teeth, you tear and think, It’s a good thing I’m natural today. Your husband too, is thankful that you only broke one bone, and not two, or even three. Just one. Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.
And because the bread in the pantry is super moldy, and you won’t sit idle, you add fresh bread to the list with the lightbulbs. You try to remember it; after all you don’t want the family getting salmonella. You’re afraid of salmonella. But mostly you fear the Lord. You want to honor Him with your “not so perfect self”, and your “not so perfect life.” You want to honor He who has the perfect plan. After all, you are an adventure seeker—designed to worship the adventure Maker. Heading off to another adventure…um…at the grocery store. You are today’s P31 Woman! You stand tall and put on makeup. You smile. For there will be no get well cards offered. Nope. Not even one.
Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate. (Proverbs 31:31) NIV.