The Proverbs 31 woman. You know who I’m talking about. The description of her daily life has never been an easy read for me.
Don’t get me wrong. I like her ingenuity. I admire her levels of achievement. Her evident wisdom. Truly.
Think about it.
The Proverbs 31 woman. You know who I’m talking about. The description of her daily life has never been an easy read for me.
Don’t get me wrong. I like her ingenuity. I admire her levels of achievement. Her evident wisdom. Truly.
Think about it.
The simple Indonesian rice bowl broke.
It was a “free with purchase of dish detergent” blue and white china bowl. So common and ordinary. A reminder of my childhood.
But it slipped from my hands, hit the marble countertop in our Delhi flat and broke in two. The last straw in a long day, week, month…year.
And I broke.
Ordinary, simple vessel on the floor in pieces.