A Virtuous Woman

March 28, 2026

I finished reading Proverbs, and I love how it ends—with a picture of a virtuous woman.

It didn’t feel random. It felt timely.

While in Minnesota for my uncle’s funeral, I was reunited with a group of friends and cousins I’ve known for almost three decades. We’re all within a year or two of each other, but our lives have unfolded differently. Many of them started their families early—by age 20—and now their children are grown. One is even a grandparent herself.

Being around them stirred something in me.

When I look at them and their children, I’m reminded of how blessed I am—to be surrounded by women who carry such strong, nurturing energy. Women who have grown beautifully into their roles as wives, mothers, and more. There’s a quiet strength about them, shaped over years of showing up, sacrificing, and loving well.

Even in the midst of grief, that strength was evident.

At my uncle’s funeral, we came together without hesitation—to support one another, to stand beside our friend, to extend a hand without being asked. There was no distance in our hearts, even if life has taken us in different directions.

I don’t take that for granted.

I’m deeply grateful to have a circle like this—women who truly know each other, who have witnessed each other’s journeys, and who continue to walk through life together… near or far.

I got back home around 4am on Monday. The house was quiet, but the evidence of life was still there—crumbs on the table, dishes left behind, small messes from little hands. I started cleaning the dining table, and as I did, I felt this deep gratitude.

Grateful for food.
Grateful for a home.
Grateful for warm beds where my children could rest.

I even paused to wipe down Blu—his ears, his coat—just tending to what’s been entrusted to me.

And in that quiet, early hour, a question rose up:

How can I better support my husband?

He carries so much. And I don’t want to overlook that.

As I was thinking, I remembered he had mentioned Proverbs 31 before. So I told myself—go there. That’s where the answer is.

After finishing up the kitchen, I sat down to read and journal.

What I found wasn’t just a description of a woman.

It was a blueprint.

A virtuous woman is not idle—she is intentional.
She rises early. She works with her hands. She produces.

She cooks. She plants. She builds.

She doesn’t just consume—she creates.

She understands value. Whether it’s land, a product, or a service, she knows how to take what’s in her hands and multiply it. She thinks in terms of stewardship, not waste.

She is strong—not just physically, but mentally and spiritually.

She prepares for hard times instead of fearing them. Her diligence turns into provision. Her work results in her household lacking nothing.

And because of that—

Her husband trusts her fully.
Not partially. Not cautiously.

Safely.

That word stayed with me.

She brings him good, not harm. She doesn’t add to his burdens—she helps carry them.

But what struck me most wasn’t just what she does.

It’s how she leads.

She watches over her household.
She creates structure, culture, and direction.

She guides her children.
She teaches them.
She raises them to be wise and kind.

Her words carry weight—because wisdom is in her mouth and kindness is in her tone.

And at the core of it all:

It’s not beauty.
It’s not charm.

It’s her reverence for God.

That’s what makes her worthy of praise.

As I sat there reflecting, I realized—this isn’t about becoming overwhelmed trying to be everything at once.

It’s about focusing on what I can control.

I can learn to take better care of my home.
I can grow in how I serve my family.
I can build, create, and steward what’s been placed in my hands.

I can become a woman who brings peace, not pressure.
Support, not stress.

And maybe one day—what I build with my hands will extend beyond my home. Maybe there will be products, services, something of value to offer.

But it starts here.

With faithfulness.
With wisdom.
With quiet obedience in the unseen moments.

And more than anything—

I find myself praying not just to do what she does…

But to become who she is.