I was reading a book (about interjections, oddly enough) yesterday which included the phrase “In these days of political correctness…” talking about no longer making jokes that denigrated people for their culture or for the colour of their skin. And I thought, “That’s not actually anything to do…
So, I embrace Proverbs 31:15: ”She rises while it is yet night …”
Not necessarily in the 4:30am wake up call kind of way, but in the way of rising into the Night that I see all around me and so often struggle with, even within.
The Night that looks like gender inequality, violence, oppression, poverty and suffering.
The Night that looks like not having all my ducks in a row and all my themes clearly abstracted.
The Night that looks like admitting struggle and anguish, but also joy.
I am encouraged because into this very Night–our own and our world’s–women of valor rise.
Eshet chayil, says beautiful Rachel Held Evans.
So–that blessing, that ode to womanhood in Proverbs 31, for me, speaks to our valor and our ability to rise, in spite of.