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Her life of Standing~



She Stands………
In the kitchen, pouring her first cup of coffee….
At the door, waving her children off to school….
At the ball field, rubbing her hands together cheering her child in overtime….
In church, for the couple kneeling at the altar for their healing….
In the gap for those she doesn’t know, but yet sees their struggles….
For her sister’s health issues…..
For her childhood friend as he lays his mom to rest…..
For every trial and valley her children walk through…..

She Stands………
For her parents when their faith seems dim……
For her brother and his family’s trials……
For youth who are lost…….
For those who have hurt her……
For those who have blessed her….

She Stands……..
In the mirror, taking in every wrinkle that creases her face…..
In the memories of her own youth…….
In the joy of who she was and who she is today……
For every tear she has cried….
For every smile she has given…..

In His Grace……
 His unfailing love……
His mercies that are new everyday…….
As woman, a mom, a sister, a daughter and friend………
A woman of God enduring a life of hardships, struggles, love, joy, hope and peace…….

She Stands~

A woman will stand for all she loves......
xoxoxo

Proverbs 31:10-31

King James Version (KJV)
10 Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.

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