I don’t think so!
What are the right words or phrases that can be bestowed upon a woman who has committed herself to her God, to her husband, and to her family for the entirety of her adult life? What are the words of praise and thanks that she deserves for her life of love and prayer? What kind of gift could ever repay the sacrifices she made through the years to help her children to become wonderful, productive, believing adults? How could her husband of 60+ years ever repay the debt he owes to her for her consistent, daily, Christ-like life she has openly expressed to him during their lifetime together?
For me, this describes Lorretta
In the final chapter of the Biblical book of Proverbs, the words of a wise mother giving instructions as for a king, and the son, the king, repeating those words to the world regarding the finding of an ideal wife. This is not a “make believe” kind of wife, but a woman who possesses the multiple virtues of a wise woman, with economic talents and great personal gifts.
For me, it is the description of my Lorretta. However, so you can see that I am not over-reaching, I will let you read the text as it is recorded in the New International Version of Proverbs 31:10 – 31, followed by something that I have watched in my Lorretta in our first 63 years of marriage.
PROVERBS 31:10-31 Epilogue:
The Wife of Noble Character 10 [b]A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. 11 Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. 12 She brings him good, not harm all the days of her life. 13 She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands. 14 She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar. 15 She gets up while it is still night;
she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants. 16 She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. 17 She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks. 18 She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night. 19 In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers. 20 She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy. 21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet. 22 She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple. 23 Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land. 24 She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes. 25 She is clothed with strength and dignity, she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. 27 She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. 28 Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: 29 “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” 30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. 31 Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.
Lorretta’s Violin and Jesus
Chuck’s note written for Lorretta
celebrating her 83rd Birthday
It was a strange scene, as I stood in my place,
Observing before me a room completely filled.
People were gathered from every nation on earth,
Their faces indicating they were extremely thrilled
I saw them step forward one person at a time,
As they responded to the call of their name.
There was no fear, reaction, or anxiety there,
Just a call to move forward, as their time came.
I watched as they moved toward the front of the room,
and became aware of the great peace in their eyes.
They had finished their work and now came the time
When their efforts in life would be fully recognized.
The soldier stood erect, with his medals in place,
He bore the high rank of a career military man.
He stepped briskly forward at the call of his name,
He heard “Thank you, My Soldier, for fulfilling My plan”
He stepped back to his place, his smile could be seen,
His reward was the best he had ever received.
A “Thank you, Soldier”, spoken to him by his Christ,
Was much more than his mind could conceive.
Then a woman stepped forward upon hearing her name,
She was humbly delighted to be standing there.
When she arrived at the spot where the light was on her
Her smile was radiant in She was not quite ready for that exquisitely bright glare.
As she raised her head up, and her eyes saw her Lord,
She knew all her hopes had been realized.
She heard “Thank you, My child, for loving your child”.
Her reward was really just looking into His eyes.
Then I looked up again and saw my Lorretta there,
and when called, she moved quickly toward the throne.
She was holding in her hand her old violin,
And standing before Him, she was beautifully adorned.
Jesus looked squarely into the eyes of my beautiful one,
And broadly smiling, He spoke gently to my wife.
“Thank you, Lorretta, for your service for Me.
You have loved Me your entire adult life.
You have served Me in prayer for your husband and kids.
You have labored in ministry and kept your life pure.
You moved wherever I called you and Chuck to go,
Russia or Romania; you knew that in Me you were secure
You have practiced and played and cried some too,
Because the music placed before you was tough.
But you worked and prayed and practiced some more
And you conquered the music, though it was rough.
Thank you, Lorretta, please accept My special reward.
All those who heard you play were wonderfully blessed.
The music you performed brought glory to My Name;
Now your arthritic fingers can finally have rest”.
Lorretta just stood there, not saying a word;
Then she did a strange but interesting thing.
She looked into the eyes of the Savior she loved
And held up her old violin with its strings.
She gave it to Jesus, and He took it and said,
“Thank you for this gift you’ve given to Me.
But in fact you gave it to Me a long time ago,
By playing it for My glory for all to see”.
He turned and placed it in His large trophy case
Which was filled with many memorable things.
I saw some nails there, and the handle of a spear,
An oar, a manger, some small rocks, and a sling.
Other items there filled the trophy case full,
But I saw where that Old Violin was laid.
It had some cracks and the bridge was extremely worn,
But the violin honored Jesus, every time Lorretta played.
I am sure that our lives are going to end soon,
And our effort at living here will finally cease.
But our Lord has already prepared our real home;
It is waiting for us following our earthly release.
At that moment, my wife, prayer-partner and friend,
will hear His precious words spoken from His throne.
“You have been a good steward with your life, faithful one,
The door is open, step inside, and enter your glorious, eternal home.”
Well Done, Lorretta, God’s good and faithful servant.
May you continue to experience the joy of your Lord.
Concert in Hungary
Chris and Mihi Wedding
CBI Graduation at Caransebes Romania