A Woman of Pluck: A Steadfast Spirit in the Midst of Life
A dear reader shared with me that she had gone back and read all the posts in the GC archives over the past few years (Kudos, 6 Arrows!). In her reading, she pointed out a post, quite honestly, I had forgotten about. It was the very last post in 2010, written, of course, with no idea about the life-changing event we would endure in just 4 months.
It blessed me to re-read it because it revealed one more way the Lord seemed to already be preparing me for what was to come.
He does that for us; He knows it all and to see Him orchestrate even our thoughts and musings as part of the grand tapestry He’s weaving in our lives, is such a comforting, beautiful reality. I thought I’d share that post below. Admittedly, I’m still working on becoming that woman. But I can say, having had the privilege of knowing the Source of all peace when life gets turned upside down, HE DELIVERS.
A New Woman in the New Year
“Expect the best. Prepare for the worst. Capitalize on what comes.”-Zig Ziglar
This philosophy is universal, but it sure does resonate with this mother. My main new year’s resolution is to simply be more sturdy and resilient.
“I want them to witness a serenity of character…a steadfastness of spirit, regardless of externals. I want them to see a calm captain at the helm of this ship….and rest in knowing they are safe in this harbor.”
I’m very optimistic by nature, but I’m still prone to get bent out of shape fairly easily.
We’ve been reading some books about “bygone days” and something that strikes me is how hardy those women were! I find it terribly ironic that in our day of “empowerment”, most women can’t hold a candle to the kind of pluck those pioneer women had!
What would you do if you didn’t have any food in the pantry? I would cry.
One woman we read of during a hard year pulled up her skirts, marched out into the woods and found weeds–yes I said “weeds” that were edible, canned them, and served her family using the most creative combination of spices she had.
Now that’s pluck, my sisters! She didn’t complain to her husband about his lack of provision, and by all appearances, she hardly missed a beat, determined to press on with her job to provide meals for her family.
Few of us are forced to face such dire circumstances. And I don’t know about you, but I still find it very easy to complain or get discouraged.
But I want my children to learn something different. I want them to witness a serenity of character…a steadfastness of spirit, regardless of externals. I want them to see a calm captain at the helm of this ship and rest in knowing they are safe in this harbor. (Please no “I thought the husband is the head of the ship” comments
…you know what I mean)
Admittedly, calmness is not my best trait. Chock it up to personality, life experiences or other unknown factors, I have quite a passionate personality which has its downfall in the sporadic notions of emotions out of control.
So this year I resolve to be a woman wearing the “ornament of a meek and quiet spirit”…notice “spirit”. Most women read that verse and picture a physically quiet, mousy girl with her head bowed low.
That’s not the picture. It’s the woman in control of herself, resolved to face trials and joy, whatever may come, like a placid river with its depths reaching deeply and drinking from the Source of all peace.
Let it be so…







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