by Evelyn Wells
I sat, accused, feeling trapped in my pew. Once again it was Mother’s Day, and the pastor was preaching about the Proverbs 31 Woman. I could see her, clothed in righteousness. She had her finger pointed at me, as she screamed, “YOU! Who do you think you are? Why are you here, today of all days?”
I hung my head in shame, as I listened to the enemy whisper in my ear. “You’ve dishonored your upbringing and shamed your family. Do you think God wants you as His child? I think not.”
I knew I had been forgiven of all my sins. According to Scripture, they were buried in the sea of forgetfulness. Jesus paid for them and remembered them no more. But I didn’t remember that. I felt like a complete failure, defeat weighing heavy on my shoulders. My marriage had ended in divorce. My children and I were on our own, and it was hard. Hard financially and in other ways, as well.
The Proverbs 31 Woman looked nothing like me. She was a woman of excellence; her life was full of outstanding accomplishments, while I did well to provide for my sons. Cherished by her husband, she is described as being far more precious than jewels. I felt so unworthy.