The Hand that Rocks the Cradle….

Amy over at Raising Arrows makes a very good point:

In this day and age children are a hobby. They are part of a bucket list…something to do before we die.

Get a high paying job – CHECK
Visit another country – CHECK
Have a baby – CHECK

Eventually, they are relegated to the status of “pet”, we put them in “quality kennels”, pat ourselves on the back for making such sound decisions, and head off to pursue the next thing on the list.

(Read the rest of this great post HERE)

My Excellent Wife: Focus in the Midst of Chaos

“Many women have done excellently, but you surpass them all.” Proverbs 31:29 (ESV)

Today was one off “Those Days” for Mrs. Pauper. I mean the kind that would leave even the most hearty among us a quivering gelatinous mass on the floor. From extended family issues to migraines and all of the details of life in between she had more than a full plate today. Which makes the scene that unfolded in our kitchen this evening even more remarkable.

I would have fully expected (and I even encouraged) her to take full advantage of my return from the office to take her leave and retire to her bed to sleep off the stress of the day and the migraine it induced. However, not only did she put the final touches on a batch of her famous (and “slap yo momma” delicious) chili but she also took time to bake cornbread while it was finishing. It was during the preparation of this added treat that I hear my wonderful bride in the kitchen teaching fractions to The Little Pauper using the measuring cups. As I hear this conversation from the other room, I could not decide what I was most thankful for or more amazed by: the fact that Mrs. Pauper is so devoted to the mission God has given her in life (raising warriors for the cross) that she refuses to let even the smallest opportunity escape to mold and shape our children OR the fact that every bit of what she did from 2pm today on was simply because she loved her family OR that she did all of it with her head splitting from pain that would make most of us turn into the worst drug-seeking crack-ho simply to stop the pain!

Did The Little Pauper walk out of the kitchen a fraction smashing genius? No, but a few more of the pieces fell into place and most importantly she walked away having participated with my wife as she modeled the attributes of a godly wife and mother. The Little Pauper once again heard and saw the importance of being a keeper at home (Titus 2:5) and watched firsthand as her Mom practiced sacrificial love.

What more could any godly husband and father ask for? I am truly most richly, undeservedly blessed beyond measure.

“He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord.” Proverbs 18:22 (ESV)