The Proverbs Woman, I am NOT.

I've decided to start a new blog because I've just fallen behind on my other one, and well, frankly, I just wanted to start over.

So here's where I start.

A lot has been on my mind lately, what with The Hubster being horribly overloaded with ROTC, school, the stupid awesome Mud Run, and college classes... it seems he's got very little time left over for us. And when he is at home, he's doing homework, making calls, or he's wiped out from all of the above that he's falling asleep on the couch. (Please do not misunderstand; my husband is a fantastic husband, incredible father, and amazing provider. I think he's just...spread a little thin these days.) I feel so bad for him, but I'm not sure what I can do to help. So I pray. I pray every morning when I wake up. I pray every evening when I lay in my bed at night. I even pray when I'm in the shower, making the babies' lunches, and in the car while I'm running errands.

I'm constantly reminded of the woman in Proverbs 31, (If you need a refresher, click here) and how I should strive to be more like her. I've spoken to a few women who's faith I really admire, and they've suggested that the "Proverbs Woman" did all of her virtuous living over the course of her lifetime; not every single day. While this gave me a smidgen of relief, I still feel hopelessly inadequate at being a virtuous wife and praiseworthy mother. Oy.

Hopefully, someday (in the not-too-distant) future, I'll get it right. In the meantime, I'm pretty sure God will still love me.

And as for The Husbster... well, he'd better still love me too. Even if I'm not out gathering wool and flax and opening my mouth in wisdom.